#dude if you put me in a dress I will rip it off with my bare hands and then kick your shins

[the-chaos-crew]

how... how did you manage to take everything I've been feeling for the past 4 or so years into words..

although our experiences are not the same (hur-dur) I have felt a suffocating pressure, within every queer centric place or group I try and find community, that I Am Not Wanted. I Shouldn't Exist as I am and if I want to Fit In then I NEED to either detransition, or assume a non-binary identity even if it doesn't fit me. and I feel way too seen in this post cause you described that exact pressure that being masculine or a man at all is Deeply Deeply Frowned Upon in the community

I'm personally a very binary trans man. I want to grow a beard, seriously wish I was born with male genitalia, the whole shebang. and because of just how binary I am I'm shunned and shamed and embarrassed out of the spaces that are meant to be for people like me

I try telling people the roots of the community, that people like me, transsexuals are just as important as anyone else that just because I'm a binary tman doesn't exempt me from being sexualized as a little girl and threatened as a young man-- but no one listens. the community is changed the community is wildly vastly different than the community I was promised from history books and from what my parents told me the 80s and 90s gay community was like.

I have met far more trans women and non-binary people than trans men. I've only met maybe 3? 5 at most? trans men. anyone else I have met who is like me was scared by others into being nonbinary to rejecting masculinity or else they'd be hurt. and the few of us who continue to stand as men those of us who refuse to allow our masculinity and manhood ripped from us to "conform" to the perceived proper queer well we get malgendered. total social isolation, ignored by our peers, talked over and ridiculed because that's what being a man is. they failed to scare us back into the closet, failed to convince us that nonbinary is safer and more "politically correct" (literally heard that argument before which is nuts) so they turn to the last resort

I actually once upon a time tried using neo-pronouns because I was intimidated and passive aggressively convinced that I will never be queer enough if I'm not a little gender non conforming. that being binary is A Sin. but I never saw that treatment towards the trans women around me as much.

speaking of, it seems like there is some weird obsession with breaking or defying the binary. and I do really agree that the gender based society we live in is absolutely fucked but it has gotten to a point where anyone, like me, happens to enjoy or fit into the binary MUST be forced out of it or that we're only trying to conform or something. and I hate being scared of being forced to be non-binary cause I feel like I'm being transphobic to my non-binary friends and siblings. maybe that's the goal it's the goal that I'm bad or evil if I don't be the arbitrary "perfect queer"

it hurts especially when I finally try seeking local community and it goes good at first, great even,,,,, until I make a passing comment that I'm trans. I will seriously never forget it. I was at a Domino's with people I thought were new, LGBTQ friends, and I was talking to a non-binary lesbian (I'll call them A) and A was smiling and enjoying my company until I mentioned that I'm trans. they asked me to clarify, I said I'm a trans man. I want to say transsexual male but transgender man makes more sense to people. A's face immediately dropped from an interested smile, to a subtle scowl as they leaned back instead of forward, causing distance between us. telling me they honestly thought I was a cis man and how they were surprised that I was so nice when under the impression I was cis. A stopped talking to me after that and every single conversation after had more and more hints of poison and hatred lining their words

I've gotten "oh!"'s when telling about my gender in local communities. I get talked over or ignored or misgendered or malgendered in online communities. and I feel suffocated cause I can never ever find anyone like me

it's lonely. it's scary and do not get me started on the current state of U. S. politics.

kinda sucks too that I'm still a teen. I'll never be a "real" trans man until I can transition which can take years to even be a possibility.

"Affirmation" & Malgendering

"Fine, I'll 'respect' your gender, but I'll make it absolutely miserable for you. What? You don't like the way I'm 'affirming' your gender? Guess you'll have to stop being a (trans) man then."

I want to put something out there about what I call "malgendering". I see trans men talk about the phenomenon and acknowledge it as a part of antitransmasculinity but not the concept of "malgendering" itself and what it's purpose is, and as trans men and transmasculine people are especially caught in the lose-lose situation between misgendering and malgendering I think it is an important concept to establish. The erasure of transmasculinity, particularly as a unique gender and gendered experience, also serves to keep the transmasculine trapped within this double-bind, positioned between the gender binary of cis patriarchal ideas of womanhood and manhood, where for us there is only misgendering (being abused with the Woman gender) or malgendering (being abused with the Man gender).

I define malgendering as the practice of "validating" someone's gender identity only when it can be used against them and to hurt them, and malgendering almost always involves the enforcement of only the most negative sexist stereotypes available onto the victim with none of the "positives". If misgendering is forcefully pushing you back into your 'proper place' such as by calling you a "girl" or a "her" and showing you that you're really a woman through sexual assault -malgendering is scaring and traumatizing you into it by using your own gender against you. Malgendering is the realization that you don't need to misgender someone to hurt them or to punish them for the way they identity and push them towards the gender they're 'supposed' to be - you can do all that through 'validation'. It's psychological warfare on the sense of self.

This violence and abuse under the guise of "respect" and "identity affirmation" creates plausible deniability of intent and places the blame on the victim for "identifying that way", so much so that even other trans people will defend it and believe it's not maligned (especially because "but being seen as and treated as your gender is what trans rights is all about!" and "errm but its transphobic to not treat u this way?/ur misgendering urself by wanting to not be treated this way :/" with the hidden message being "don't like it? stop being trans"), even when faced with evidence of the (very much intended) effects it has on stalling and outright eliminating transmasculinity (ie. repression, detransition, suicide).

Some examples I can pull off the top of my head:

A transphobe is talking about a pregnant trans man. The whole energy of the Facebook video is 'comedic', and while calling birth the most “feminine” thing someone can do and alluding to how the trans man is really a woman, they still use he/him and call him a “guy” (in air-quotes). Not out of any respect but because the idea of a man being pregnant, calling a pregnant person a "he", and the very existence of the trans man in question, is the whole joke. In doing so, the transphobe has turned the act of using the proper pronouns and gendering him into a source of humiliation and made the experience of being properly gendered a demeaning one.

The Ukraine military situation where all males aged between 18 and 60 were banned from leaving the country and obliged to serve in the military. Trans women were denied passage out of the country "because they were men", and trans men were similarly denied passage out of the country "because they were men". With the discrepancy between invalidating the gender of trans women and "validating" the gender of trans men, you'd think the motivation behind this would be obvious - that trans people are expendable meat and it's better they die than cis people. It shouldn't of needed to be said that "I'm only affirming your gender because it allows me to put you in a position where you will likely suffer and die and put the blame for it on you" is not 'respect' or 'affirming' at all but somehow this was taken as evidence for the idea of that trans men are more 'respected' and seen as their genders than others (and are thus 'privileged').

A common one almost every trans guy deals with at some point is cis people threatening to beat trans men up (and often following through), because "If you're a man and not a woman (anymore) that means I can punch you," using the proximity to masculinity that transmasculine people claim as a justification for violence. Every other week there's a new story in online transmasculine spaces about someone having their ribs broken with "Since/if you want to be a man so bad-" preceding the attack.

The above is in a similar vein to when accounts of violence done to transmasculine people by cisgender men are brushed off and they're told something along the lines of "welcome to being a man", "that's just what men do to each other", "that's just the way things are with men", etc. along with the insistence that their attack had nothing to do with antitransmasculinity, making it an immutable problem with (cis)men as a whole - creating a sense hopelessness and that this is all they have to look forward to.

Transmasculine individuals being refused treatment, tests, or insurance for gynecological issues, especially cancer, despite the knowledge that they are transmasculine, because "men don't deal with these problems" and they don't want "men in women's spaces", and if you don't want to be 'treated like a man' and get the care you need (and not die), you're going to have to go ahead and detransition, change that M marker back to an F.

All of this functions to create contention, and eventually a rift, between the individual and their sense of gender identity. Creating an association between being gendered 'correctly' and 'respected' as your gender (and ultimately existing as a transmasculine person) with abuse, violence, helplessness, trauma, fear, isolation... and by making transmasculinity and transmanhood uninhabitable and driving a wedge between the individual and their sense of gender identity you can more easily drag them back to their 'proper' place. Plant seeds of doubt by making being transmasculine an exceedingly unhappy experience. Make them think that everything that's happened is their own fault for choosing to be transmasculine or trying to be a man. That maybe since they're so unhappy this isn't for them. That living as a transmasculine person is just too difficult and they're not cut out for it, that if they "gave up" and were to be women again things would be easier and they would be safer and happier.

This also all serves to maintain cis patriarchal ideas of gender and the gender binary and police the boundaries of manhood, in a way I can't articulate right now.

Through all this, despite being called "men" during malgendering, we are not actually perceived as such. We are always an "other". Acknowledging us as "men" is just another weapon, and why some transmascs flinch at the phrase "trans men are men". Our own genders are used to beat us.

Using a scrap from my .txt journals:

"[...] on the subject of having a core aspect of yourself taken from you and turned into a weapon to beat you with, with the result being that aspect of yourself now becoming a source of trauma and pain so you abandon it and lock it away like an awful secret, that’s exactly what happened with my gender.

Being genderless and a(nti)binary is what I’m most comfortable as, a(nti)gender is my ~real gender~, but I have to admit a lot of this is because I have been traumatized out of any gender with binary associations and have consequently come to know gender itself, and the act of gendering, as violence. Gender is but a designation for what exploitation, abuse, and violence can be enacted upon you and the justification there of. When someone asks whether you are "masc" or "femme", behind their back as they face you is a hammer in one hand, and a knife in the other, and what they are actually asking is if they can pummel you or lacerate you. When it comes to the “direction” I’m transitioning in though, it is obviously “masculine” (as much as a negation of "femininity" is always taken as stepping towards "masculinity") and you wouldn’t be entirely wrong to call me “transmasculine”, though I have been scared to death of being acknowledged as such."

My first encounter with malgendering was when I was 13 and had just started to realize I was "ftm" and looking for community online. My first exposure to any affirmation of transmasculinity was someone I came to respect reblogging a post about how Kill All Men includes trans men. This would set the precedent of the next decade of my life of existing while transmasculine. A decade of only hearing the words "trans men" and "transmasc" used negatively and as the butt of jokes that served to reinforce patriarchal ideas of gender. The consistent and relentless denial of transmasculinity as a unique gender and gendered experience, the denial of transmasculine reality especially in regards to misogyny, and continuous abuse and threats of violence, all under the guise of affirming trans men's genders as men (and affirming the gender binary in the process). A decade of having antitransmasculine sentiment fed to me in every way possible.

For me, the experiences of antitransmasculinity and malgendering from non-transmascs has effectively "chased" me out of my transmasculinity and any acknowledgement of it. For years I have hidden my transmasculinity and presumed "AGAB" out of fear, even in queer and supposedly trans-friendly spaces. I have not been able to associate with any “masculine” language in reference to myself without feeling that I am in imminent danger, have made a grave mistake, and suffocating in anticipation of punishment. I have always been scared of posting any of my art that eludes to my transmasculinity. I have always been terrified of being referred to or perceived as “transmasc”, a “trans man”, of being called a "guy" or “dude” or “bro”, of using "he/him" anywhere. All of it. Deep down on some level I do desire it, but it’s been forbidden and only aggravates existing wounds.

And this, in turn, pushed me out of associating with other transmasculine folks out of fear and internalized antitransmasculinity towards other transmasculine people, isolating me from any community or connection with anyone similar to me, exacerbating my loneliness and alienation as a youth to the point where now as an adult my ‘normal’ human social needs – connection, community, relationships, empathy – are completely broken. I don’t feel loneliness anymore, or the desire to connect to anyone, despite in ways being even more alone now than I was then. In a way I believe antitransmasculinity shaped the path of my schizoidism. Isolating and divorcing me from my transmasculinity and the world at large is what I understand to be yet another point of this type of antitransmasculine rhetoric - because when you've destabilized and isolated someone from their whole sense of self and community, they are much easier to control.

[mr2swap]

I'm going to stay like Jeremy

-What the fuck is wrong with me?! - I looked down at my big cock now flaccid, I assumed that I would finally lose my virginity at last tonight, but why doesn't it want to work?, I closed my eyes and began to imagine Violet the naked girl who was in the other room, Violet Anderson, the sexiest girl in all of high school, found herself willing to have sex with me, or well at least with my best friend Jeremy.

Jeremy is my best friend, the person to whom I can tell anything, and the biggest stud in all of high school, when I told him that I had a lot of problems losing my virginity, he did not hesitate to help me, we are so confident that I do not hesitate to give me a solution to my problem, swap our bodies.

He found a spell on the internet that when said at the same time by two people would make them switch bodies, so one day after school we went to my house when my mother was at work and in my room we both began to say in unison the strange words of a language that I had never heard. our bodies began to transform.

I continued speaking in that strange language while looking at Jeremy's face, slowly his face became mine as well as the rest of his body and when he finished saying the last sentence in front of me there is an exact copy of my body, look down Jeremy's new look, my Asian features, short stature, even longer messy hair were transferred to him, as was his strong jaw, long legs and thick arms full of protruding veins were transferred to me.

-DUDE! this shit if it worked! you look exactly like me!-he looked up at me surprised to see what the rest of us saw in him, a gigantic muscle, her clothes were too big for her now, while mine was squeezing me a little. -Dude, is that how I sound? - I also said testing Jeremy's voice, I could feel how slowly my tank top was ripping, before it completely ripped I took it off, throwing the stretched piece of clothing into a pile of dirty clothes, although I should probably throw it away in the trash when I return to my body.

Jeremy and I had swapped bodies. We took off our clothes, it was fucking strange to see my body from Jeremy's perspective, my body was quite average, somewhat plump, but I didn't look bad, maybe he was right, and I just need more confidence, now I felt better than I ever felt. Stronger, taller, more hot.

I suddenly felt full of energy, every movement in Jeremy's body was so strong and felt so fast that it was difficult to walk with my powerful legs, we both looked at each other in the mirror that was in front of my room and while Jeremy examined his face With his hands I couldn't avoid doing a push-up with my magnificent biceps - Jesus Christ! a couple of inches more and they are the size of your head! - I said putting one of my mountains next to my old head just to compare the sizes.

Jeremy took off his old shirt that was now too big for him and tossed it to me, his shorts fell off on their own, leaving him in just a pair of boxers that were too big for his new body. We were both fully dressed, we came to an agreement. We would change again after I lost my virginity in his body from him, and he had a little fun with some girl to test how it feels to lose my virginity in my body.

Take his things, the keys to his house, his phone and leave him alone at my house to get used to a bit, I was anxious so, so I wasted no minute and unlocked Jeremy's phone to look at his contact list and to my surprise had been texting Violet the sexiest and most popular girl in high school.

He had only spent 20 minutes in Jeremy's handsome body, and he had already found someone to fuck, Flirting when you are taller, muscular and handsome was really simple … but why DOES NOT GET A FUCKING INCH GET UP THIS DICK?

Everything was going so well until we got to the motel, and she started undressing, when I realized that my little friend was not in the mood to get up at all, I pretended to have diarrhea and ran to the hotel bathroom while the hot girl stayed waiting for me in the bed, all the stress began to affect me and my body began to sweat and get hot from humiliation

-What's wrong with me? - I looked in the mirror, it was the face of my best friend Jeremy, now he was handsome, now he was attractive, now he had huge muscles, now he had a huge cock, why? ��

Without realizing it now I had a huge erection as I looked at Jeremy's body, I wanted to stop, go to the side room and fuck the girl who was there, but I couldn't. Flex one of my arms, just to be able to look at him, I put my other hand to my cock and I began to stimulate my cock, I looked at my sweaty armpit and I could not resist dipping my nose into the sweaty dregs of Jeremy, they were so smooth my tongue didn't feel a trace of scratchiness because he used to shave completely for amateur bodybuilding competitions.

It didn't take too long to ejaculate. I was very excited by all the new sensations. I had never felt so good in my whole life even though I just masturbated was the best thing I had ever tried, I fixed my gaze on the mess I had made in the bathroom and at that moment I finally realized -I am… .gay ? - I didn't know what it meant to be gay, but I was sure of one thing. I can't give it back now that I know there's something better than having sex with a hot girl is having sex with your best friend's hot body and loving it properly.

I can't give him back his body from him now that I'm experiencing so much pleasure. I refuse to give up this body and this life, I do n't know how Jeremy will take it but if I can keep his body from him I do n't care, I just hope Jeremy is enjoying being straight, maybe he might like it almost as much as me

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[steddiealltheway]

Thinking about Robin bursting into Steve’s house - he gave her a spare key long ago - and yelling, “I was just Nancy’s gay awakening!”

Steve is laying on the ground in the living room and sits up. “What?”

Robin launches into the story, “Well, I was just at Nancy’s as you know, and she insisted that she wanted to basically play dress up with me. So, she handed me some clothes and she jokingly changed into mine which were huge on her and so incredibly adorable. I mean-”

“Robin,” Steve says trying to cut off her inevitable Nancy ramble.

“Right. So, there I am in Nancy’s bra and pulling her really itchy shirt over my head, and when I finally get my head out, Nancy is staring at me in her panicked way. And I thought well, maybe I ripped one of her favorite shirts because it was tight and I may have heard a rip-”

Steve lightly taps her arm, and Robin nods. “But then, she just says, ‘Robin, when did you know that you were… you know… gay.’ And I didn’t think much of it, but I told her, and then she said asked if it can happen later in life. And the dots just connected, and I told her yes it can.” Robin finishes her rant in a frenzied state still as out of breath as when she got there.

“And then what happened?” Steve asks.

“I stole Mike’s bike and came here,” Robin says staring off with wide eyes.

Steve stares at her and blinks slowly. “So she’s had this gay awakening, and you ran away and left her to deal with it alone?”

Robin looks at Steve even more panicked. “Holy shit! Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit!” She stands up and runs to the door. “I’ll be back later!”

The front door slams shut and Steve sighs.

“I was wondering when Nancy would realize,” a voice over Steve’s shoulder says.

Steve jumps. “Shit, Eddie. I forgot you were here.”

Eddie puts a hand over his heart. “I’m hurt, Steve. Hurt. I’m always here.”

Steve looks off and questions his past relationship with Nancy. Yes, he got over her in a romantic way long ago especially when Robin told him she had feelings for Nance. And it’s been a weight off his shoulders but he can’t help but wonder…

“Hey, what’s going on?” Eddie asks already on the ground next to Steve.

Steve shakes his head, but he knows Eddie is stubborn so he gives in. “Do you think Nancy was gay when she dated me, and that’s why things never really worked out? I mean, I just feel bad for doing everything with her if she wasn’t happy.”

Eddie takes a moment and then shakes his head. “Steve, a person doesn’t just suddenly become gay, but I think what you’re missing is that I don’t think Nancy is a lesbian. I’m pretty sure she’s bisexual. Which means she likes both.”

Steve thinks for a second and realizes it makes sense. “So, she had more of a bisexual awakening than just a gay awakening.”

Eddie shrugs. “Yeah, you could put it that way. What I had was definitely a gay awakening though. It was in the gym and this one guy stripped off his shirt and it all suddenly hit that yes, I was definitely gay.”

Steve stares off and suddenly blurts out, “Do you think I could have a bisexual awakening?”

Eddie’s jaw drops before he stutters out, “Ye-yeah. I mean… I-I guess you could. But it’s not something you can just force yourself to do.”

“Take off your shirt,” Steve says seriously because he’s curious.

“Dude, I’m not going to force a gay or bisexual awakening on you.”

Steve looks Eddie up and down for a second. He’s always known he’s attractive, just like he knew Billy was attractive and even Tommy in his own way. But it was only fair to notice who would be potential rivals when Steve started dating. But… he knows Eddie is gay, so why would he note his attractiveness?

Eddie sighs and stands up to take off his shirt. “Okay, now you can go back to being your straight self,” Eddie says already pulling his shirt back on.

Steve takes a moment to process, but then he grabs Eddie’s hand and drags him up the stairs. “Steve, there is now way you’re about to do what I think you’re going to do.”

“I sure am!” Steve yells determined.

A few minutes and a lot of complaining later, Eddie has Steve’s jeans on and is pulling his yellow sweater over his head. Eddie even does a little spin.

Steve looks him over and realizes that he feels the same way towards Eddie as he always has. He definitely finds him attractive, and even has the thought in the back of his head that he wouldn’t mind kissing him. Plus, Eddie in his clothes is definitely adorable wait-

Since when has he always wanted to kiss Eddie?

“Oh shit. You cannot tell me that this actually worked,” Eddie says and then laughs. “Okay, very funny, Steve. You can cut it out now.” Steve feels Eddie grab his shoulders, “Steve?”

Steve turns to look at him and says, “Eddie, I really want to kiss you.”

Eddie steps back and says, “Steve, this really isn’t funny. Just knock it off.”

“I’m serious,” Steve says with as much conviction as he has. “And I don’t mean just right now, but I mean that it’s always been there in the back of my head, and I’ve been ignoring it. But, shit, I want to kiss you.”

“Why don’t you buy me dinner first?” Eddie jokes and then stops. “You’re serious?”

“One hundred percent.”

Eddie walks closer to Steve mumbling under his breath, “I cannot believe this worked. Must be a bisexual thing.”

Steve laughs and says, “Maybe it is.”

Eddie finally gets up in front of him and cups his jaw. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Not if I beat you to i-”

Eddie cuts him off with a soft kiss before pulling away and looking at Steve with a bit of fear in his eyes.

“Holy shit, I’m bisexual,” Steve says with a laugh before kissing Eddie again. He pulls back and says, “Wait, this isn’t just you helping me to realize, right? Like, I want to go on a date with you. Multiple if you wanted that…”

“Oh thank fuck,” Eddie says and kisses Steve again.

Steve will have to thank Nancy and Robin later.

[fredwkong]

Alphaworld File 3: Diary of an Alpha Transformation (1 of ?)

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An undated journal. It is heavily bedazzled on the covers, though many of the gems appear to have been scraped off or stepped on. There are several stains yellowing the coloured paper of the cover, mostly sweat.

Inside the front cover, there is a space where the owner is encouraged to write their name. Two names occupy the space, one on top of the other. The lower layer is written with a purple marker, neatly spelling the name “Ronaldo Herrera.” There are multicoloured sparkles drawn around the name, and glitter has been sprinkled over it. Some of the glitter appears to have been scraped off with a knife, and there is a 3 centimetre tear at the top interior of the page, as if someone was about to rip it out. On top of the first name, the name “RONNIE H” is scrawled in crude capitals using a pencil. The pencil was applied with sufficient force that graphite scrapes are visible from where they were brushed off the page.

Journal entries flow into each other without dating, but editors have split entries based on context and labelled them “Day One, Day Two, Day Three…” despite the fact that more than one day clearly proceeds between some entries. From this point onward, journal entries are transliterated directly, with marginalia and other notes on the text rendered in square brackets [] to distinguish them from the main body.

[Day One]

OMG, I’m soooo happy to be back on campus! Staying with my parents is such a bore! They don’t let me stream any of my shows, they say drag race is of the devil, and the town is so small that I’m, like, the only twink there. I can’t even get any dl dick all holiday because country guys are all totally masc for masc. My hole is toooootally desperate.

I’m so happy that Ollie across the hall got me this journal! He made it look soooo cute with all the stones! He’s, like, okay for a fellow bottom, even tho his massive crush on me is, like, totally obvious. Sorry babe, this dick is for decoration only lmao! Maybe we could get tag teamed by a big dick boy sometime, that’d be pretty hot. I've never bottomed alongside a transmasc dude.

Anyway, I just stopped at the dorm to drop off my suitcase and get out of my het drag, there’s a whole lotta frat parties starting tonight and if I wanna end my dry spell I’ve gotta be there! I just had to live my Sex and the City fantasy by putting down a few lines in the diary first!

[a doodle of an open-faced journal with scribbly lines on the page in rainbow colours]

[Day Two]

ZOMGGGGGGG [written in double-tall bubble letters across a quarter of the page, filled in with pink highlighter]

This term is gonna be SO AWESOME.

Campus is suddenly full of massive muscle men who are totally desperate for me! I was, like, totally the target of a dominance contest at the party last night, and it was SO HOT.

So I walk in, right? And I’m dressed in my usual, my lil slutty crop and my littlest shorts. Here, I took a pic before I left so you can see how cute I was.

Anyway, I’m cute, I’m obvious, I’m ready to have any guy absolutely wreck me. Like, last night, I would have taken a bicurious frat bro fucking me raw, my hole was so neglected. So I am a blaring neon sign: I’M A FAG [written in rainbow marker colours]

And as soon as I walk in, this GOD [a doodle of a massive man is in the margin, a perfect X shape covered in cartoonishly bulging muscles] comes up to me and is all, “Hey boy, I’m Nate.” He. Is. PERFECT. Gorgeous grey eyes, windswept dirty blond hair, a tank top hugging pecs the size of my HEAD. And his voice gets me tooootally weak in the knees. I can't believe he's LOOKING at lil ol me, even if I do look like a twinky slut.

But before I can even say anything to Nate, there’s another MASSIVE arm draped over my shoulder, and ANOTHER massive guy is whispering in my ear, like, “Name’s Lee. Want a drink?” I look over, and he’s just as hot as Nate, with shiny black hair and this perfect sexy smile like a J-pop star. But, like, if a J-pop star was 250 pounds of pure muscle and sex.

I swear all the air went out of the room. Suddenly, Nate and Lee were glaring at each other over me, and all these frat bros were staring.

BTW, when did all the frat bros get so cuuuute? Like, not as sexy as Nate and Lee, but they’re all totally cut this term and I think they’ve got some skincare going? Like I wanna go back sometime lmao.

Lee, like, GROWLED as he glared across me. I felt a li-ter-al rumble from his chest. Nate started totally flexing his big pecs, I thought his shirt was gonna shred in the middle. They didn’t even SAY anything, it was so totally primal. I think I got a whiff of Lee as he tucked me closer to his chest, and I realised he totally doesn’t use deodorant. He smelled totally HAWT.

Anyway, I have two perfect men fighting over me, and I’m not letting either of them go, so I go, “Boys, I promise my holes are big enough to share.” I totes flashed my dimples at them. [doodle of a smiley face]

They kept glaring at each other, but finally Lee was like, “I get his hole.” Maybe he, like, won the contest or whatever? Because Nate looked down at the floor and said, “Fine.” And I mean, fine with me! I love getting stuffed from both ends! What a way to come back from vacay!

We didn’t stay at the party long, just long enough for Lee to get me a drink and Nate to carry me around the dance floor a bit. I checked on Lee while we were dancing, and he was, like, totally making out with one of the frat bros. Like, a guy I knew was straight. I blew him freshman year when his gf was away. I guess Lee’s just like that, lmao.

We ended up upstairs. I think Lee’s in the frat? But we weren’t in his room, which was kinda hot. Lee and Nate sandwiched me between them as soon as we were through the door. I was tooootally surrounded by massive muscle as Nate made out with me and Lee sucked on my neck. I felt, like, high, with Nate’s big cock grinding into my belly through his jeans while Lee felt up my cute ass.

“You guys kissing would be so hot,” I gasped as Nate pulled off my shirt and Lee took off my shorts.

They both hesitated, I could feel it. “Oh c’mon,” I moaned, “you’re both tooootally hot, and you haven’t touched at allllll.”

Suddenly, Lee picked me up and threw me on a random frat bro’s bed. “I guess your mouth IS gonna be busy,” he said, which was SOOO hot, and then he started slicking up my hole.

Pretty soon, both hunks were balls deep in me. They were SOOOOOO big [doodles of massive, soft cocks cover the margins of this page] and I took ALL of them. Lee filled me up SO good, rubbing my prostate like he was fingering me. And Nate tasted, like, perfect. And the whole time, Nate kept pulling back just far enough that I could watch him and Lee kissing over me.

FUCK, they made me look like a little doll between them! I think once they were in me, all the dominance stuff went away, because they were TOTALLY making out. Nate’s, like, SO noisy, and Lee kept on doing that growl thing like he’d done before, which made me moan around Nate’s cock, which made him even noisier.

I came handsfree right before Lee flooded my ass and Nate filled my mouth with cum.

By the time our clothes were back on, Lee and Nate were back to playing their weird dick measuring game, keeping me between them as we went back to the party. I think Nate left pretty soon, but I danced for a bit longer and made out with a few frat bros. They really ARE super cute now, and they all seemed totally into me. Guess they finally got over being raging fucking homophobes lmao.

Anyway, I got home and crashed as soon as I’d cleaned all the cum and sweat off. Now my hand’s all crampy from writing for so long lol. Oooh, I should go tell Ollie all about it!

[Day Three]

I was, like, SO right.

The last few days have been AWESOME!!!! [jagged star doodles all around the word] I swear there are soooo many hunks on campus all of a sudden! One of my profs this term is a tooootal musclestud.

So I’m taking this class on fashion history, and when I looked it up, this Prof. Romano guy was listed for it. He was cute, one of those cute tweed aesthetic guys. You know, a fag who studies fashion. Like, OMG, that picture must be SO OLD.

I show up for class all ready to sit in the back row, but then I see this MAN standing at the podium. Like, total Italian stallion, with the dark waves and the stubbly jaw. He was, like, BURSTING out of his blazer. I could watch his pec bounce through three layers of fabric.

So obv I run down and sit in the front row. I’m not the first fag to have the idea, there’s already like 3 other twinks down there, but I’m totally the cutest. As the rest of the class comes in and sits down, these two GORGEOUS boys walk in and go up to the prof. They’re totally shredded, and dressed in complementary button-ups. And the muscle-god prof pats each of them on the head! Then they go sit down in some chairs behind the podium, and I can see their boners in their cute slacks.

The prof clears his throat, and it’s this DEEP, RESONANT sound. I got a total eargasm just listening to the rumble. “Good morning, class,” he says. And then his next words are TOTALLY burned into my brain:

[written in shaky block letters across a whole page] “You will call me Alpha Mario.”

And then he says, “I am your professor, and I will see you all for extra credit,” while rubbing himself through his pants, like half the class isn’t ready to have his babies. My cock was ROCK FUCKING HARD in my jeans. [doodle of a leaking penis]

He introduces his TAs as Beta Max and Beta Owen. IDK, maybe it’s a kink thing? He’s clearly their dom or something, they were totally devoted to him all class. I’d happily be Alpha Mario’s Beta if he’s hiring, lmao! [hearts are doodled around “Alpha Mario”]

Anyway, that’s just one ep in the PORN SHOW that is my life these days! Ollie’s room has been, like, a revolving door of cock since we got back, and I usually take two or three loads a day out on campus. This group of straight computer science geeks actually begged to fuck me yesterday, so I was dripping all the way home.

They were surprisingly buff for nerds, too! I should point out to Ollie that we gotta hit the gym if we wanna keep up with all the boys on campus this term. Can you imagine? Us at the gym! [The rest of the page is covered in stickers of the laughing emoji]

[Day Four]

Went to the gym today! Not to workout, but I had this new outfit idea and I thought it might get me noticed if I just hung out in the locker room. OH BOY, was I right!

Last few days all my clothes have been feeling super tight, so I’ve been doing a lot of [scribbled in rainbow marker] SHOPPING. It’s too bad, all my old clothes were suuuuper cute, but I’ve started giving some of my old faves to repeat fuckbuddies. One of the guys who used to push me around for being faggy, this guy called Brendan, has been coming over for the last few nights. I never realised how cute he is before!

Anyway, the first night Brendan came over he throatfucked me, but last night he told me he really wanted to feel my fingers in his hole, so I started fingering him! It was soooo hot that my cock ended up totally hard and before I knew it HE was blowing ME while I rubbed his prostate. He’s been texting me all day, begging to service my cock again. Lol, he just sent a voice message all like, “Please, Ronaldo, I’ll do anything to make you cum again!”

My point is I gave him a pair of my old booty shorts. They fit him perfectly, even though he NEVER had an ass as nice as mine before. He’s been wearing them all day today, just like I told him. It’s so hot, knowing he’s showing off like a fag even though he used to be a straight homophobe.

Fuck, I was writing about MY clothes! I’ve been so distracted by hot beta boys the last few days. I thought it was kinda time to change up my style, plus I looked super hot trying on some more dude-type clothes, so here’s the pic of me I took while I was hanging out at the gym.

I had guys HANGING OFF OF ME after a few minutes. It was totally hot, they wanted to do anything I said. Before long, I had a bunch of hot guys kissing me all over and all the cocks I could want to suck. Guys kept running out to grab their hot friends to join us, and all these guys were focussed on me.

At one point one of the staff came in, and I could tell it was to tell us to stop. He was a cute guy, really filled out his work polo, you know how gyms always hire swole dudes and curvy gurls to work at the front desk. I just gave him this LOOK from the middle of my pile of dudes, and I could feel his straightness melt away as his cock started leaking in his preppy shorts.

But just as I was about to cum, my cap got ripped off my head and I was dragged out of the pile by Nate, the guy from that frat party. I swear, he got even BIGGER since last time, he held me up by my shoulders like I was a paperweight. He was totally growling at me, too. He said something like, “I hate when they’re half done,” whatever that means, and then he yelled at all the other boys to get back to work.

Once we were along in the locker room, Nate shook me like a doll. “All the ex-het Betas can treat my gym as neutral ground, but it’s MY territory to you and the other half-done Alphas, you got it?” [note: Alpha and Beta are capitalised in the original text, although Ronnie does not seem to have been aware of the Alpha Phenomenon]

I was like “What are you talking about?”

Nate said, “You’ll get it.” Then I started smelling this INCREDIBLE smell. It was like really sharp cedar cologne mixed with fresh sweat. There was something else too, and it made me feel totally out of it.

Next thing I knew, I was on my knees swallowing Nate’s cock again. “Yeah,” he was saying while he fucked my throat, “this’ll speed you up. You’ll probably never submit again after this, so I’m gonna enjoy it.”

I just stayed there, taking him all the way into my throat. I feel like a week ago it would’ve been totally hot, but today it felt different. Nate using me made me MAD [underlined several times]. I felt like I should do something about it, like punch him or steal one of his boys, but the smell coming off of him kept me docile.

Nate came really quietly, which made me madder. My throat is an incredible tool, okay? Any guy should be screaming when I blow him, especially a noisy top like Nate. Then he patted me on the head like I was a little boy and said, “Head home. Drop a load in that guy who lives across from you, he should be progressing well too.” Then he just. Walked away.

I was gonna stay here all night just to spite the asshole, but I’m super horny again and I don’t wanna go back out. Maybe I’ll go see if Ollie’s got any visitors tonight or if he wants me to fill his holes for him.

[Day Five]

[From this point, entries are written in a noticeably heavier hand. Lowercase Es and Os become jagged.] Fuck, last night was fucking awesome. I knocked on Ollie’s door, and he answered in nothing but a thong, showing his bottom growth right through the fabric. His legs have been getting so hairy and thick, he looked super slutty. Plus his room smelled like sex and cum. I’ve been sleeping out, but seems like Ollie’s been taking house calls.

“Ronaldo?” he said, blinking up at me in surprise. I think we used to be a matching pair of little twinks, but guess I’ve had a growth spurt.

I shoved through the door. What was he gonna do, stop me? I was like, “Where’s your lube?” It came out of my mouth so deep, in a crazy manly register. “I wanna finger you.”

Ollie fuckin’ moaned when I said that, and stumbled over to his night table to grab it. He keeps his lube right out in the open, proud of how much cock he takes. I was already dropping my jeans, my cock was getting super hard and I hate feeling it strain. It deserves to be seen anyway.

Once I grabbed Ollie’s lube, he stood against the wall and presented his ass for me. Fuck, just remembering the look of all that hair on his fat ass is making me leak again. Okay I jerked a bit, should be able to write. [there is a stain on the page here]

Ollie’s hole was still loose from his last dick appointment, so I pushed three fingers in nice and easy. Ollie was moaning, all, “When did your fingers get so thick,” and “What’s happening to us, Ronaldo?” so I roughed up his G-spot a bit until he wasn’t being so articulate anymore.

“What’s happening to us is we’re gonna rule this school,” I hissed at him. I’d realised that it wasn’t gonna be enough to finger him and make him blow me. I needed to shoot inside his ass right fucking now. “Fags are in fucking charge here now.”

Fuck, wait, I need to text Brendan and get him over here. I need him milking my cock so I can focus on writing.

[There are several crude doodles of dicks, asses, and cum splatters in various marker colours before the entry continues on the facing page]

So anyway I slammed Ollie against the wall and shoved my cock into him. My cock’s so much fucking bigger now, too. Like it’s really filling up Brendan’s mouth while he sucks on me. I had enough cock to really saw at Ollie's asshole, and I felt him cum handsfree onto the wall.

“That’s it,” I growled in his ear as I had to hold him up. “This is what you’ve wanted ever since we became neighbours, right? Ollie wanted to get Ronnie’s big alpha dick in his hole.” It felt good to call myself a

[in massive letters on its own line] ALPHA

Ollie didn’t really say words at that point, just lots of “Yes” and “More.” I could hear his voice getting deeper with every thrust, too.

By the time I was getting close, Ollie’s room reeked like ME. It wasn’t a bad smell, but I knew any boy who came in here would be able to tell that all this musk and spice wasn’t just Ollie. It would take weeks for this to be really Ollie’s territory again now that I had marked it. “Fuck, show me that man pussy,” I ordered him, and threw him down in his bed.

Switching holes felt like the most natural thing in the world. I’m fucking built for topping, I can’t believe I thought I hated it. I fucked Ollie through a couple more orgasms and then let myself fill up his man pussy with what felt like 3 loads.

I fell asleep still inside him.

FUCK. I just came in Brendan’s mouth, and it felt totally different. Like, I marked Ollie’s room, but I didn’t mark HIM. His holes are open for anyone to fill. He can own other boys for all I care. But Brendan? Brendan’s fucking MINE. He’s mine he’s mine he’s mine. MY Brendan. [scribbled hastily] I need his hole NOW.

[written later]

I took a pic of Ollie before I started fingering him. I bet he looks totally different now, like me. Gotta go, MY Brendan’s gonna show me how to do a gym session.

To Be Continued...

[thatwritterbeach]

So About that Alley .3

Jason Todd x fmc

DC masterlist ALL OTHER PARTS FOUND HERE

Unedited***Also I swear Tumblr is messing up my spelling on purpose cuz everytime I re-read something I know I fixed it's wrong again

Alex: short, curvy, red hair, green eyes, redheads go through pain meds way faster than normal people to the point I personally don't even take them, it's a joke, they last 30 min at best

Summary: Alex finds out her bf is red hood, after she spills some not so great secrets to the masked man while stitching him up.

Warnings: Vaginismus* angst, sexual assault, self-harm, depression, drug use by Alex, violence, cursing, NSFW, smut, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, guided masturbation?, p in v (not overly described), pain during s*x, hiding said pain, hickeys?, self-hate, insecurities, eating disorder, weight loss

A/N: I do not own dc booho

"Hey, Jay," she asked in a totally calm totally cool manner the next morning, completely numb thanks to the nice little combo she'd whipped up. Not floating or un-present but not in pain, even where the arm of the couch was digging into her side as Jason squished into her, laying fully on top of her.

"Yes, my beloved?"

"Don't make me take away your books you little dork. I was just wondering if your family knows about you...you know, not being dead?"

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"Just if I happened to run into them I wouldn't wanna be like 'oh I'm dating Jason' and they'd be all 'wtf is wrong with this chick, he's dead' you know."

"I guess. Alex," he said grabbing her hand and pulling it to his mouth," I'm gonna introduce you, I'm not ashamed of you or whatever the hell else your mind is trying to say. My family is...overwhelming for most and I didn't want to scare you off."

"I get it dude, and since I just recently placed you as Robin you would have had to hire a family, or spill you deepest secrets to me. Lucky for you, I am the most understanding woman on the planet."

"I'd argue, but you're right. I'll text Alfred, the leader of the gang, and see when we can come for dinner. Be warned though, it could be tonight, they've been trying to get me to come home for a while now."

It was in fact that night. Alex scurried around for a clean pair of jeans, then after a glance in the mirror at her too large reflection she ripped them off and tossed them to the floor. A dress? No, that one has a tear. This skirt? No, it's too short. Jean short, they're clean but who the fuck wear jeans shorts to a mansion. Business slacks, no that says trying too hard. Ah ha, a superman t-shirt, and black leggings, then top it off with one of Jason's zip up hoodies.

"Is that what you're wearing," he asked with a laugh as he came into the room. In fact the laugh became a full blown fit and he doubled over nearly to the ground clutching his stomach and wheezing. With each second she got more and more self-conscious. Of course she couldn't wear what was basically pajamas to a fancy place, what was wrong with her. With a sigh she took off her boots and slid out of the leggings and switched them for her jeans, that she hated but whatever. Searching in vain for something that wasn't a graphic tee, or a business blouse she was half way through her closet when Jason recovered enough to notice what she was doing.

"No, put it back on, it's great, doll, I wasn't laughing at you, I was laughing with you."

"I wasn't laughing," she said without emotion.

"Hey, come 'er." Much to her wiggling protest he pulled her tight against him and placed several loud kisses along her scalp.

"Everyone else will be in pj's I solemnly swear, in fact I was just about to change into my matching flannel set, someone amazing bought it for me, but I can't remember who," he said tapping his chin with mock thought.

"Really?"

"Cross my heart," he said, though his fingers were crossed behind his back.

"Ok," she conceded trying to get free. He held on for another minute before spinning her out away from himself and winking when she fell back onto the bed. Matching pj's in hand he headed to the bathroom, not for privacy but to send an urgant group chat explicity stating lounge clothes were to be worn.

See masterlist for more

[tototalks]

⚔️ KING’S RISING!! ⚔️

I am SO excited to get going, and am also a liiiiiitle bit terrified lol

- Everyone who said I’d love Nikandros was absolutely correct. Damen really found a ride or die with him. He’s the buddy who saw your cringe phase in high school and stuck by your ass anyway. Jord is the dude you adopted into the group at university.

- Speaking of Jord, I feel like Nik and Jord would vibe. Jord really needs a friend 🥺

- “Gain everything and lose everything” Haha! I’m going to tear my face off! This takes on such a different meaning now. 🥲They really went “okay we’ve been happy for a whole two seconds… that’s enough of that.”

- GOVART, YOU BOOMERANG WILLIAM AFTON I ALWAYS COME BACK TYPE BITCH!!! - I knew Laurent wouldn’t betray Damen in the battle!!

- And finally we get to the face off that’s been due for 2 books. Laurent knew about Damen, because of course he did. He’s too smart to not recognise the man who killed his brother. Tbh I think Damen probably mulled over this possibility too.

- “I said don’t do this.” “You said kiss me.” - 💔 💔💔 Damen is not buying Laurent’s bullshit, and I love that Damen actually challenges him on it too. No matter what Laurent says out of insecurity or ulterior motives, Damen is seeing straight through him and I’m living for it…. Even if it hurts 🥲

- Giving up Delpha… Holy shit, Nik is gonna HATE Laurent.

- I have to hand it to Laurent though. He witnessed Damen dressed in what, to Veretians, is leather underwear, and had to pretend he ain’t giving those thighs the side eye.

- I should stop being surprised Laurent is a genius, but his diplomatic gift was stellar. Tentative approval from Akielos and a backhanded jab for Damen. All earned in one move.

- The Twin Cuff!!! 😨

- Imagine you’re an Akielon being summoned as part of a war. You’re standing under your weirdly not-dead King’s dais. He’s wearing the cuff of a pleasure slave for reasons best known to himself but that’s HIS business. Then he says he has a gift for your new coworkers, and you see him put the MATCHING cuff of a pleasure slave on the King of fuckin VERE of all people with the weirdest sexual tension you’ve ever seen in your life. You are expected to be normal about this.

- RIPPED MEN APART WITH LEOPARDS??! My Queen. I bow to thee. Where do I sign up?

- Damen “I sucked dick on accident” and Nikandros “HOW TF YOU SUCK DICK ON ACCIDENT?!” bestie behaviour. Nik knows Damen’s type and is not dealing with any of his horny shenanigans. Only best friends can humble you this way.

- “He improves with time?” “Oh. No. He actually gets worse.” 💀😭

[lemon-muncher]

I was thinking some Shalnark x Dom reader? The gender and particular flavour is up to you :3 whether you're in the mood for sadism, bondage, pet play, whatever really. I just want to make him whine and feel so good he cries ✨😌

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH GOOD LORD SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK FROM HIM

Doing this headcanon style so I can add a bunch of stuff for him <3

I'll be keeping this gender neutral and have separate mini headcanons in some of them for female and male genitalia :]

Shalnark is definitely a crier. As much as he hates to admit it, the second he gets the tiniest bit overwhelmed, his eyes water like crazy.

Considering he's a manipulator, both as a person and as a nen user, giving up control isn't something he's use to. But the second his partner rips the control from under his feet, he's at their mercy without complaint.

Definitely a switch... Like I said, he's a manipulator and needs control to do pretty much anything but he finds it nice to let o of all the stress every once in a while.

He's kinky... THERE I SAID IT!!! He may have a cute and innocent face but the things he searches on his phone will get him sent to horny jail! Dude as 50 taps open dedicated to porn and twitter threads of some of the most foul things. I'm talking the hub, X Videos, probably some sketchy furry roleplay is mixed in there too.

Lets get into some of the specifics:

Chocking: He has the biggest turn on for breath play and he has ZERO clue where it came from... Whether you're riding him, plowing into him from behind, or forcing his head deeper into you sex, if you restrict his breathing in anyway, his eyes are immediately rolling back.

Hair Pulling: Another one that'll get his eyes rolling. He has the prettiest blonde hair and who wouldn't take the opportunity to pull him up by it. He has a really sensitive scalp so the slightest tug will have him yelping. If you snuggle after the deed, and you scratch his head he'll quite literally purr

Impact Play: I have nothing to say about this just know it's on my mind...

Roleplay: Yeah...

Feminization: Put this man in a pink frilly skirt! Call him princess and throw some thigh highs on him. Another one of his kinks that he randomly developed. Probably started from a twitter video to be honest. But he loves if you dress him up all nice and pretty and takes him out. Call him 'your girl' or 'princess' out in public and he'll pull you to a nearby alleyway.

Exhibitionism: Will have sex with you anywhere. And I mean ANYWHERE. The alleyway I mentioned, yeah, that's a frequent quicky spot for you guys. He already has to be careful about being spotted since he's a criminal but the thought of being spotted in such a vulnerable position has his holding back moans

Voyeurism: I guess you could call watching your own sex tapes voyeurism... But he always has his phone recording during sessions between the two of you. Even if its just making out, he has it on tape. If either of you are away on a mission and he's horny, he's going through his achieves of the two of you.

Mommy/Daddy Kink: He randomly whined mommy/daddy while you fucked him and quite literally caused you to freeze in place. Not cause it's a bad thing but because he pulled that shit straight out of his ass and surprised the both of you. Wants to be babied from his mommy/daddy but also wants his back blown out by them.

Anal Play/Pegging: This man thrives off of prostate orgasm. Loves the feeling of having endless orgasms without spilling a drop of cum. Whether it's your fingers, tongue, buttplug, or cock/strap-on, he'll end up shivering from it the feeling of being full. I'd like to think he sent you a porn link of anal play on 'accident' just to give you the hint of what he wants.

[drysaladandketchup]

Mattdrai and 14 please for the Game. Thank you 💜

Thank you, anon! Once again I have failed to understand the word 'mini'. Seriously never ask me to write something short I don't know how to anymore. I hope it's to your liking :)

14. things you said after you kissed me

He expects a lot of things when he walks into the airport toting his life behind him in a suitcase: the drone of hundreds of voices, the inevitable bustle of bodies, brightly lit screens flashing so much information it makes your head spin, lines, because there's always lines everywhere for everything, the smell of fifteen different coffee shops vying for traveller's attention. Fuck knows he's going to need one of those soon.

What he doesn't expect is to be grabbed mid-yawn as he's on his way to check his luggage. If he was already jittery about the move before, he nearly has a heart attack now when a hand latches onto his bicep and drags him into a shadowy alcove, half-concealed by a thick pillar.

Matthew's brain very unhelpfully provides him with the image of being mugged before he's even out of Calgary. Pissed off fans angry he's leaving for bright, sunny, warm-all-year-round Florida, perhaps? Some even more pissed off Edmontonian who saw he was leaving and came down here thinking now's my chance? He wouldn't put it past some of them.

He's not too far off the mark with that last one. When he rips his arm free and spins to face his assailant, he laughs right in their face.

"Jesus, dude, you look like a stalker."

In fairness, Leon usually dresses pretty decent. But right now he's in plain jeans and a thick, unassuming pull-over sweater--it's fucking summer in Calgary, who does that?--with the hood pulled up over a snap-back, head ducked low so the brim hides part of his face.

"Didn't want to be recognized," Leon says, somewhat defensively, like he's only now realising how very conspicuous he looks in a place like this.

"I got that." Matthew checks his phone. He's got a bit of time for... for whatever this is, so he sets his stuff down and leans against the wall across from Leon. It only puts a couple feet of space between them.

"What are you doing here?"

Leon tugs the hood and hat off his head, runs fingers through his hair. It's still pretty long--Leon's let it grow since the spring, and Matthew has very distinct memories of running fingers through it--but it's also uncharacteristically messy. He doesn't look entirely focused, either; there's shadows under his eyes.

"I came to see you," Leon says.

Suddenly, Matthew really wishes he wasn't here. Either of them. It's been two weeks since they've seen each other, since Matthew broke the news. Not that it was Leon's business. They weren't... weren't anything. Not partners, anyways. Not really. And this was Matthew's choice, his career, his future he was considering. That had to come first.

But now Leon's here, and Matthew has never wanted to run so badly in his life. This didn't feel like running before. The earth could split open and swallow him whole, and it would be kinder than that look on Leon's face, all anger and desperation and confusion and... God, he looks so fucking tired.

It's a 9am flight to Florida. It's just past six now. The sun's barely up.

"Have you slept at all?" Matthew asks, instead of a million other questions.

Leon shoves his hands in the pocket of his sweater and shakes his head. "I couldn't."

"So you drove all the way down here."

"Don't sound so surprised."

"Hard not to be when you haven't talked to me in weeks."

Leon's mouth twists. Slumped back against the wall, curled in on himself, it may be one of the few times Matthew could ever say he looks small. Fragile.

Sighing, Leon finally, finally looks Matthew in the eye. He's not scowling like the last time they met, the night he stood in Matthew's doorway and told him he didn't understand anything before storming out of Matthew's life.

"I thought we should talk. Before you go," Leon says.

Matthew does understand, now. He put it together staring at Leon's back as he disappeared into the night. He knows why Leon's really here. What he really means.

I wanted to see you.

It's amazing how many people say Leon is hard to read. He's always been an open book to Matthew, even when he was snapping and bearing his teeth. All his emotions spilling from the pages.

"Okay." Matthew swallows. "We can talk."

Neither of them does, for a minute. They stare at each other, through each other. Remembering. Committing all the little details to memory. Matthew's palms tingle with the urge to touch.

"You kissed me," Leon finally says, "then said you were leaving."

Yeah, not Matthew's finest moment, if he's being honest. But he didn't know what else to do. There was already so much turmoil around the trade and the shit going on with the Flames.

And then there was Leon. There was no way it wouldn't be gruesome.

"How long did you know?" Leon's voice is rigid, but still calm. "Would you actually have told me, if I hadn't come to see you?"

A year ago, yeah, he would have said it was none of Leon's damn business. Why would he care? But they've come a long way since then. Farther than Matthew could have anticipated. Farther than he realised, until he was staring at Leon's retreating back and silently begging him to turn around, to come back, to stay.

Of course Matthew was going to tell him. He's not an asshole. But that's not what this is about.

"Does it really matter?"

"It matters to me."

"You're not here because you're pissed I didn't tell you sooner."

He knows why Leon's here, and he knows why part of him is stupidly happy Leon is here. Even if nothing will change.

"Did you even think about how I'd--" Leon groans, scratches at the back of his head.

"I did," Matthew says, because it's the truth. Of course he thought about Leon. How could he not?

Leon's gaze drops to the floor, and he grits out, "Fuck. I wanted to do this better."

Matthew can practically hear time ticking by. His heartbeat makes a good clock, thudding away in his chest.

"What is this, Leon? What do you want?"

Dangerous question. Leon could say a million things that would make Matthew's entire resolve waver. If they're not done, if there's even a sliver of hope...

But Leon doesn't say anything. Instead he steps forward, cups Matthew's face between his hands, and kisses him. Not rough or desperate. There's no urgency. It's slow and deep and bruising, and Matthew melts into it because he could never do anything else, and Leon holds tight like he thinks Matthew will disappear if he doesn't.

It's an apology and a confession. It's not the first time they've kissed, but it may be the first time it's been an honest one.

It doesn't last long. Matthew barely has time to taste it, savour it, get a fistful of Leon's hoodie like he's the one threatening to leave. There's a moment as Leon pulls back where Matthew thinks he's imagined it all. Where it feels like something precious is slipping between his fingers.

But no, Leon's still there when he opens his eyes, pressed from hip to chest, noses brushing, beard catching Matthew's freshly shaved cheek. Hot breathes mingle between their mouths.

"Would you stay," Leon whispers, hand sliding back to tangle through Matthew's curls, "if I asked?"

He didn't ask the night Matthew told him. He was too angry, too upset. It took Matthew too long to realise why, to recognise what he was seeing on Leon's face was heartbreak.

But they both know the answer. Still, Matthew closes his eyes and takes the luxury of thinking about it. Considers the possibilities.

"Would you actually ask?" he says.

Leon's fingers curl around the back of Matthew's neck. "If I thought you'd actually say yes."

"But you won't."

"No."

"Because you know I won't."

"I know."

"It's not you."

"I know." Leon steps back only as far as Matthew's grip on his hoodie will allow. "Fuck, you don't make things easy."

Matthew chuckles. "When have I ever? You're not winning any awards either."

Leon scoffs.

"Still," Matthew says. "This is better than what you said to me the first time we kissed."

"What did I say?"

"Pretty sure it was, 'Get the fuck out of my arena.' And something about hoping I lose my next game."

Leon smirks. Doesn't look even a little sorry. "And did you lose your next game?"

"Fuck off." Matthew shoves his shoulder, unable to keep a grin from tugging at his mouth.

He looks away only long enough to straighten out his shirt and run a hand through his hair, but when he looks back, Leon isn't smiling anymore, and his brows are pulled low.

"I really fucked up my timing, huh?"

Matthew winces. "Just a little, yeah." Makes two of us. He's about to say more but Leon waves a hand.

"But you were going to leave anyways, I know. I got it."

"Leon--"

"I'm not here to stop you. I just wanted to... you know."

I don't want this to be over. I want to make this work.

Still an open book.

Matthew angles his head, forces Leon's eyes back to him, staring right into that mystifying grey-blue that always reminded him of a thunderstorm. Everything about Leon kind of reminds him of one. What does that make Matthew? A whirlwind? A hurricane? Storms, both of them.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Matthew steps closer, crowding Leon against the wall this time. They may not have known what they were doing before, but Matthew knows what he wants now.

Leon must have found his answer too, because he kisses Matthew again, no less meaningful than the last, pulling Matthew into his body, into his hands, his mouth. Breathing his air and tasting his tongue, giving and taking until they're light-headed and fitting pieces of each other together.

"You better not be fucking with me, Draisaitl," Matthew pants out once he's got his breath back.

He doesn't get far before he's pulling Leon to him, into his arms, getting the bulk of him in a crushing hug. And Leon hugs him back, a deep laugh rumbling right in Matthew's ear and fingers carving into his back. That's answer enough.

Somehow, Matthew is strong enough to let go. And just like that the world is moving again. He's too aware of everything outside their little alcove, so loud and invasive. He's running out of time. His future's waiting for him down south.

When they step back out into bright lights and bustling strangers, Leon's got his hat and hood back on, keeping his head tilted low. He doesn't stray far, bumping Matthew's arm every so often as he walks with him through luggage check and down towards the gates.

They get to security, and for the first time since the trade decision was made, Matthew hesitates. This is what he wanted. What he still wants. What he needs. The only variable left is...

Leon has stopped a few steps behind, leaving Matthew stranded and alone. He turns back around to find Leon watching him silently. They may as well be the only ones in the world, the way his vision tunnels.

"Well," Matthew says, words clogging his throat. "Guess I'll... see you around. We'll talk. I'll call, or..."

"I'm serious, Matthew." His name always sounds beautiful and dangerous on Leon's tongue. "About this. You and me."

And fuck, Matthew's only human. He drops his bag, marches back over to Leon and tugs him into another kiss. He nearly knocks the hat off Leon's head with the force, crushing his lips and clacking their teeth together. It doesn't even matter if people see them.

One more time. Just one more. Until they can see each other again.

"I know." Matthew shudders against Leon's eager mouth, kissing the smile that breaks out under his lips. "I want to try us too."

He swallows the strangled sound that comes up from Leon's throat, tipsy with it, like he's getting drunk just from this. Is that possible? Fuck knows, but he sure as hell wants to find out one day.

Matthew jerks back, breathless, hot-cheeked, and beaming.

"And I'm gonna be fucking great."

If Leon wasn't slack-jawed, if they weren't the them they are now, he would have chirped Matthew to high hell. If they were on the ice he'd probably put Matthew into the boards just for fun.

But the Leon here and now only scoffs, shaking his head like he's been well and truly defeated. Then he smiles.

"Yeah, I know. So get the fuck out of here and go be great."

[lizzieislife94x]

Halloween (w.m)

Just to update the book message me if you have a request 😊

WandaxG!P Reader 

i know the picture isnt halloween or wanda but this is how she looks ok lmao just go with it.

Y/ns POV:

"Nat help me please I don't know what to dress up as I can't even match with wanda because she won't tell me her costume" I pout as I slump back on the chair of the store we're in as she laughs at me "y/n calm down we have plenty of time we'll find you something to wear" I sit up looking at Natasha "dude what about scarface just a simple black suit open shirt and cute hat to tie it off" she looks at me like she's thinking the idea over "hmm yeah that could work" she smirks as we look for the perfect suit after an hour we're finally done "I HATE shopping" I say with an over  exaggerated tone acting over dramatic "you're such a child y/n" she laughs as she pushes me making me laugh "let's go get coffee" I pout god Inever knew I needed an iced coffee till now "yessssssss I'm in let's go hoee" she says with excitement to her tone we head to starbucks both of us chatting about what we think tonight's party will turn into Tony will go over the top like always. 

Wandas POV:

I lay back on my bed letting out a groan as I run my hands over my face "wanda it's OK it's not THAT short just don't bend over" Maria says with a deep laugh "I know I wanted a slutty bunny but don't you think this is to much if I bend over even a little everyone will get a show my tits are practically spilling out I just don't know if I should go for something a little more safe" I sigh as Maria sits beside me "wanda it's fine you look sexy as fuck just imagine y/ns face as you walk into the party" I bite my lip as the thought of my girlfriend laying eyes on me enters my mind mmmh fuck she'll loose her shit I wonder how long I can tease her before she rips what little material there is off my body and fucks me senseless "eww wanda your thinking about her seeing you in that a little to hard" she says with a laugh snapping me out of my thoughts making me laugh "thanks for helping me Maria I'd have gave up like 2 hours ago" I say as she gives me a smile "don't mention it wands always here to help, so what do you think y/n will come as tonight" I look at her and sit on the edge of the bed "I honestly don't know she didn't give me any ideas we said we'd keep eachothers as a surprise but I know she'll look amazing' I smile as I think of y/n.

Y/ns POV:

That coffee was amazing just what I needed I'm currently waiting outside starbucks as Nat pays for some cakes to take back to the compound "want me to carry them" I say as Nat walks towards me with cakes in hand she laughs and shakes her head "no y/n it's OK but thank you" I nod and we walk back to the car the drive back to the compound is fast and full of laughter I quickly jump up and get the cakes from the trunk as Nat tries to get them first "ha I got them" I say with a proud smile as we walk inside to an empty looking compound I walk to the kitchen putting the cakes down and head upstairs "hello is anyone even home" I yell after a minute wanda runs from our room straight into my arms "babyyy I missed you did you find a costume" I spin her a little as I squeeze her "I did I did honey I can't wait to see your costume tonight though" I say with a smile as I place her down and kiss her lips it started as a sweet innocent kiss but soon turned passionate and lustful I pin her to the wall as I make my way to her neck kisses and sucking as she moans pulling me closer to her "mhh baby make me feel good" she whispers I smirk and grip her hips as I suck her sweet spot making sure I leave my mark "right here baby in the hallway" I moan against her neck as my hand sides up her top instantly finding her perky tits with no bra covering them I play with her nipples as she bites her lip and nods "words slut" I smirk as she moans when she gets sloppy like this wanting to fuck in risky places she loves when I'm rough and speak to her like that and honestly it's such a turn on when she's acting like a desperate slut "fuckkkk baby please just fuck me right here right now before anyone comes up here" I bite my lip and moan as I push her back against the wall dropping to my knees pulling her shorts down I look up a ther with an eyebrow raised "no panties maximoff " I smirk as I advert my eyes back to her dripping core I rub my thumb over her clit biting my lip as she moans at the touch I lean in placing gentle kisses over her clit her moans are music to my ears and enough to make my not so little friend downstairs wake up I quickly stand up and turn her pressing her face against the wall "mhhh baby so sexy when your acting like a desperate slut for me" she moans as I unzip my pants pushing them down as my dick springs out to action "I need you baby stop teasing and fuck me" she groans, I smirk and slap her ass as I grab her hips and fix her to where I want her I spread her legs looking down moaning at my perfect girlfriend I grab my cock and step closer as I run my tip through her dripping folds causing both of us to moan at the contact "so fucking wet honey" I gently begin to push my dick inside her tight cunt as a string of moans leave her mouth "uh shit yessso..big...fuckkk y/n" she moans a little to loud but I don't even care who hears at this point I grab her hips and slam deep inside her tight cunt as she screams in pleasure and I moan as I lean my head back giving her a chance to adjust to my size

"fuck babygirl I love the way your pussy grips my dick" I groan I start to thrust slowly enjoying the sounds my girlfriend is making "fa...faster" she whimpers out I smirk and slap her ass as I pull almost all the way out and slam deep inside her cunt causing her to scream"so good" she says as her eyes roll her legs start to shake letting me know I'm hitting the right places I pick up my pace thrusting deeper and faster fuck I wish I could see her tits bounce as I fuck her, I lean in and gently bite her shoulder as I quicken my thrust the sound of her wet cunt and our skin slapping is all that can be heard if anyone comes near they'll definitely hear, I smirk the thought of getting caught turning me on more I continue my brutal pounding as she turns into a drooling mess legs shaking I feel my orgasm approach as she let's out a scream her walls gripping my cock "I'm I'm fuckkkk I'm cumming" she breaths out as I continue to thrust faster after a few more thrusts I slam deep inside her shooting my load deep in her tight little cunt I lean my head forward against her back as we both try and regain our composure "so fucking good princess' I moan against her back as she only nods in agreement "you want me to carry you to our bedroom princess" I giggle leaving kisses along her shoulder "mhhh yes please" she whispers in a sweet sleepy voice I slide out of my girlfriend earning a moan from both of us I fix my pants as I lean down and fix wandas shorts pulling them up I pick her up and walk along to our bedroom as she cuddles into me "I love you y/n" she whispers in a sleepy voice I smile and rub her back "I love you too princess, come on let's get a nap before we need to get ready for the party we have a few hours and when we get up ill run you a nice bath" she just mumbles a mhh mhhh making me giggle I open our door and head inside closing at as I place wanda down she instantly crawls under the covers and looks at me with sleepy eyes "baby come cuddle" my heart glows at the sight and I climb into bed cuddling up with wanda I quickly set an alarm for 2 hours from now that takes us to 4pm plenty of time to get ready I look down at wanda who looks so content cuddled up to me and smile "you own my heart princess" I lean down placing a gentle kiss on her head before falling asleep with a smile. 

AN: Just a little update for yall this will have a part 2 which I will do later☺️hope everyone's having a great day/night remember all feedback is welcome good or bad and requests as always are very much open 😀 word count just over 1.6k 

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chrissy was getting dressed for school, excited to see Eddie again. After last night, she really couldn't stop smiling. She also couldn't stop humming Bob Dylan and Muddy Waters as she twirled around the room. She pulled on her favorite blue jumper and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Eddie had let it slip yesterday that he liked seeing her in blue, that it brought out her eyes. She was just putting up the finishing touches when she heard Dustin talking into the phone from the living room.

". . .she spent all evening with her new boyfriend, Eddie. . ."

Chrissy hurried into the living room and ripped the phone from his hand.

"Who are you talking to?" Chrissy asked.

"Argyle," Dustin said.

"By the way, Eddie is not my boyfriend," Chrissy said.

"Hmm, is he not a boy and a friend?" Dustin asked.

"Don't be so technical, smartass," Chrissy asked and put the phone to her ear. "Hey, Argy."

"Hey, Lady Henderson, I figured I would make the rounds since Jonathan called me this morning," Argy said.

"He called you?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, we talked for a while," Argyle said. "He said he got up early so he could talk to me."

"Aww, that's cute," Chrissy said.

"What's this that I hear from the Little Dude about a boy and a friend?" Argyle asked.

"Oh, Dustin's just being a little shithead, Eddie's just a friend," Chrissy said.

"Sure, he is, Chrissy Cat," Argyle said. "What are you wearing?"

"Oh, just this blue jumper that I thought Eddie would like," Chrissy said.

"Ha!" Argyle said.

"Damn it! Okay. So, I have a little crush," Chrissy sighed. "You know, you don't see me pressing you about your crush when you might not be aware - "

"Oh, I'm fully aware of my crush on Jonathan," Argyle said.

"Oh? Okay, so I'm allowed to tease you about it?" Chrissy asked.

"Go ahead!" Argyle said teasingly.

"Well, I feel like I'm on the spot now," Chrissy laughed.

"Chrissy! Steve is here!" Claudia called.

"Oh, well, I guess I have to go," Chrissy said.

"Talk to you later, Lady Henderson!" Argyle exclaimed.

Chrissy pulled on her jacket and grabbed her backpack before leading Dustin out towards the door. They quickly said their goodbyes to Claudia and Mews before leaving the house. Chrissy didn't waste any time pushing Dustin into the back seat of the car.

"Jesus, we're not going to get there any faster if you injure me," Dustin scowled. "Eager to suck face with your boyfriend?"

"He is NOT my boyfriend!" Chrissy blushed.

"So, Chrissy, your boyfriend couldn't give you a ride this morning?" Steve asked with a teasing grin.

"Shut up, Harrington!" Chrissy exclaimed and messed up his hair.

"Hey! Watch the hair, Henderson!" Steve exclaimed.

"Keep your boyfriend in line, Nance," Chrissy glared.

"Couldn't even if I wanted to," Nance said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Barf," Robin said as Steve drove off with a smile on his face. "So, seriously, nothing happened?"

"Well, I offered to teach him to cook, we ate, talked, then we listened to music and danced. Of course, we were interrupted by his uncle," Chrissy replied.

"Hmm, first the bird and now the uncle. I think the universe might be telling you not to go for it, Chrissy," Robin said.

"Either that or to hurry up and make a move," Steve said.

"That's true," Robin said. "Are you going to make a move because I think it's about time that women take charge, you know?"

"I second that," Nancy said. "And so does Steve. He loves being the little spoon."

"And I'm not ashamed of it," Steve grinned.

As soon as Chrissy got out of the car, a blurry figure slid into her, slipping on some ice. She barely had time to catch him, but she managed. Chrissy wrapped her arms around Eddie's waist as he steadied himself, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Henderson, you're not busy tonight, are you?" Eddie asked breathlessly.

"No, can't say that I am," Chrissy said. "Are you wanting to see me again?"

"I definitely do, but I also want you to see me," Eddie said.

"What?" She asked.

"My band Corroded Coffin is playing at the Hideout tonight, you know, if you wanted to come," Eddie said, his eyes eager and hopeful.

"Do you mean the Hide Away?" Steve asked.

"No, that's a different bar," Eddie replied.

"We have two bars that sound similar?" Steve asked in confusion.

"Um, yeah, they're actually rival bars. The Hide Away changed their name out of spite," Eddie said. "Anyway, you in or you out, Henderson?"

"Yeah, I'm sure she wants - " Steve started to say with a grin before Nancy elbowed him. "Ow!"

"Yes, I would love to come," Chrissy said with a grin.

Eddie grinned, surged forward, and kissed her cheek. Suddenly, the car door opened, pushing Chrissy further into Eddie's arms.

"You're blocking the door, Chrissy!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Sorry," Chrissy said and moved out of the way with Eddie.

"Explain to me why you just kissed my sister," Dustin said as he climbed out of the car. "Are you the guy she won't stop gushing about?"

"I'm Eddie," he introduced with narrow eyes.

"Oh, so, you are the guy!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I suppose I am," Eddie grinned while Chrissy glared at her brother. "You must be Dustin, the brother she won't shut up about and the future member of Hellfire."

"Hellfire?" Dustin asked.

"You didn't tell him about Hellfire?" Eddie asked with a gasp and pressed a hand to his chest.

"I was going to surprise him," Chrissy said.

"What's Hellfire?" Dustin asked.

"Hellfire is a D&D club at the high school that Eddie here runs," Chrissy said.

"What?! Why didn't you ever tell me? Oh my God, do you think if I study hard enough that I can get early admission into high school? Nancy, did you know about this?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah, I did," Nancy said in amusement.

"And you never told Mike?" Dustin asked.

"Nope," Nancy said.

"She also has a brother who plays?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Chrissy giggled at the look of joy on his face.

"More future members," Eddie said rubbing his hands together.

"Are you going to be there by the time I get to high school?" Dustin asked.

"Well, I'm a senior now, so hopefully not," Eddie replied. "But I'm going to make damn sure that the club is still around when you get there."

"Awesome," Dustin said. "That's a cool vest. Did you put those patches on yourself?"

"I did," Eddie said and ruffled his hair.

"Your boyfriend's cool, Chrissy!" Dustin exclaimed as he ran off towards the high school.

"Did you hear that? He thinks I'm cool," Eddie replied with a grin.

"He also called you Chrissy's boyfriend," Steve pointed out.

"Don't you need to go and do something with your hair?" Eddie asked. "Like, I don't know, make love to it."

"At least I care about my hair, Munson. What do you use? Dirt?" Steve scoffed.

"Well, some of us can't afford to use some of those fancy hair care products that I'm sure take up most of that huge house of yours," Eddie snapped.

"You don't need to be rich to take care of your hair," Steve said. "I could help you if you want."

"Yeah, I'll ask for help from you when hell freezes over, King Steve," Eddie scoffed.

Steve laughed, a hardness around his eyes, and raised his hands in surrender while Nancy pulled him away, rolling her eyes. Robin followed after them, giving Eddie a curious look before she left. Chrissy turned on Eddie with a curious look.

"What was that about?" She asked.

"I don't like the guy, I'm sorry you have to hang out with him," Eddie said.

"I don't have to hang out with him. I chose to. I knew him long before Nancy did. He's a really great guy," Chrissy said.

"He was a bit of an asshole," Eddie replied.

"You did go after his hair first, and he also tried to be nice by offering to help. He loves hair," Chrissy said. "He hates being called King Steve, just like you hate being called Junior."

"Fine, fine!" Eddie exclaimed, raising his hands and rolling his eyes. "He's a good guy, fine. Are you still coming tonight?"

"Yeah, I said I would," Chrissy huffed. "I promised my mom I would have dinner with her and Dusty tonight."

"Yeah, we don't go on until later," Eddie said with a sigh.

"Fine, I'll see you there," Chrissy said.

"Fine."

"Fine."

Ronnie suddenly bounded over, opening her mouth to greet Chrissy. She closed her mouth when she sensed the tension between them.

"Is everything okay?" Ronnie asked. "Did I interrupt something?"

"Nothing, you interrupted nothing," Chrissy said. "I'm going inside to get away from this cold."

The last thing she heard as she walked away was Ronnie turning on Eddie.

"What did you do?" Ronnie hissed.

"Nothing!"

"I swear if you screw this up. . . !"

Later that day, Chrissy was sitting in the library during her free period, sketching in her journal. Was she pouting? Definitely. They hadn't been friends for very long, but they already got into a little tiff. He had to know that Steve was important to her, and if Eddie could never get along with him, then how could she possibly date him? The thought of that left a pit in her stomach. She was so upset by all of it that she had to draw in her sketch book, and she was drawing furiously.

"Wow, I really made you angry," Eddie's voice came over her shoulder.

Chrissy jumped and turned around to glare at him. In the sketchbook, Eddie was standing underneath an anvil.

"Well, I figured it can go either way. I can save you or let it fall on your head," Chrissy said.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have insulted your friend," Eddie sighed.

"I didn't appreciate the way you humored me either. He really is a good guy," Chrissy said.

"No, that was shitty of me too," Eddie said.

"Have you ever even talked with him before?" Chrissy asked softly.

"No," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I kind of assumed that he was like Hagan and Perkins."

"He's nothing like those assholes," Chrissy sighed. "You should at least try to know him before judging him. Not all jocks are assholes."

"Yeah, see, I know that because you're a jock," Eddie blushed. "It's just hard."

"The other jocks or Higgins don't necessarily make it easy," Chrissy sighed.

"I'm going to try and work on it, though," Eddie said.

Chrissy sighed and leaned her forehead against his. He sighed and closed his eyes. He leaned back and kissed her scarred eyebrow, cupping her face.

"None of that in my library!" The librarian shrieked.

"Goddamnit!" Eddie cursed and Chrissy giggled.

The bell rang, signaling that they needed to head to class. Walking out of the library, Eddie's other friends tracked him down.

"So, this is the girl Ronnie told us about. I thought for sure you scared her away," a curly haired boy said.

"Not yet," Eddie laughed. "Chrissy, this Gareth, Stan, and Jeff."

"Nice to meet you all," Chrissy said and grinned at Eddie. "And Eddie isn't anything to be scared of. He's a teddy bear."

"Hah! TEDDY!" Gareth exclaimed.

"Alright, shut it, asshole," Eddie laughed. "Hopefully, tonight, she's going to become our number one fan."

"Really? Are you coming tonight?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, I can't wait to see you guys play," Chrissy said.

"Don't get too excited. The Hideout is, well, not a great place, and we only play to like five drunks," Eddie said.

"Five drunks is generous," Stan said rolling his eyes.

"I'm sure you guys are going to do great as long as you guys have fun," Chrissy said.

"Oh, yeah, we always do," Jeff said. "I mean, we're no Metallica, but I think we're good."

"Hey, everyone started somewhere," Chrissy said. "Do all of you play?"

"Not me. I've only started playing D&D this year. I'm a freshman," Gareth said. "But Jeff, Ronnie, and Stan are in the band. Shit, I'm going to be late to class. It was nice to meet you."

Gareth flashed her his braces and scowled as he moved through the crowd.

"We should probably do the same," Eddie said.

Everyone dispersed and started walking to their class. Chrissy looked at Eddie in amusement as he walked beside her, whistling a jaunty tune. Eddie stopped and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Isn't your class in the other direction?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, shit, yeah," Eddie said and started walking the other way before stopping. "Did you memorize my schedule, Henderson?"

"No!"

"Lies!"

As Chrissy was sitting down to eat lunch with her friends, she found that Eddie had plopped down beside her, across from Steve and Nancy.

"Harrington," Eddie greeted.

"Munson," Steve said stiffly.

"I would like to formally apologize to you and invite you guys to come to the Hideout to hear us play," Eddie said, scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, that would be good," Steve said. "Looking forward to it. Apology officially accepted. I should also apologize for the dirt comment."

"Apology accepted, though sometimes I do put dirt in my hair," Eddie said.

"Why?" Steve asked.

"The ground loves me," Eddie said.

"Weird way to say you're a klutz," Steve laughed.

"Okay, now that the awkward moment is out of the way. . .Are we also invited, or is it couples only?" Robin asked.

"You're invited, too, Wheeler, and Byers," Eddie said.

"Um, what time? I'm expecting a phone call this afternoon," Jonathan said, his cheeks pink.

"About 7 or 8 should be good," Eddie replied.

"Oh, the call should be over by then, so yeah, I'll be there," Jonathan said.

Chrissy bit her lip and smiled, knowing that Jonathan was more than likely talking about Argyle. For the rest of the day, it was all she could think about. She flounced out of the doors, about to walk towards when she got approached by Jason, who was clearly waiting for her. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Chrissy," Jason said. "You look pretty today."

"Thanks," Chrissy said, and Jason paused as if he was expecting something. "If you're hoping I'll tell you that you're pretty too, you're going to be waiting a long time."

"Look, Chrissy, I haven't talked to you in a while, I'm hoping that I gave you enough space to think about us," Jason said.

"Jason, there is no us. Get it through your thick skull. I don't want to be with you, I will never want to be with you," Chrissy said.

"Come on, Chrissy, you haven't given me a chance," Jason said. "Not even one date."

"The fact that you won't take no for an answer proves to me that you don't even deserve a date," Chrissy snapped. "No, Jason!"

His face changed so quickly that it startled her. He moved closer to her, glaring at her.

"I'm trying to save you from ruining your already tainted reputation from the stink of the freak," Jason said.

"I don't need saving by anyone, let alone you. Eddie is a better man than you will ever be. I don't give a shit about my reputation, I like how it is, and I like my friends," Chrissy said. "So back the fuck off."

Chrissy turned to walk away when Jason grabbed her arm, turning her back to him.

"Listen here, you little - FUCK!" Jason yelped.

Chrissy had grabbed his crotch with her free hand and squeezed.

"Let go of me, and I'll let go of you," Chrissy said sweetly. "You need to understand that you're not the hero in my story. . .you're the villain, but you can always turn it around. What kind of man do you want to be?"

Jason let go of her arm, and Chrissy let him go, smiling as he sank to the ground. She walked away from him, a jaunt in her step.

"BITCH!" Jason yelled.

"Bitch, witch, whatever works for you!" Chrissy said as she gave him the finger without looking at him.

Steve and Nancy had been rushing from the car when she met them halfway.

"Jesus. Are you okay?" Steve asked.

"What the hell was that about?" Nancy asked.

"Jason wouldn't take no for an answer, and he grabbed my arm, so I squeezed his dick," Chrissy said with a shrug.

"Jesus, well, do we need to stop by the police station?" Steve asked.

"No. . .I mean, I don't think Hopper can do anything about it. Jason's dad is a lawyer. I got him back, so hopefully, he won't be a problem for me anymore," Chrissy said.

"Well, if he does bother you again or lay hands on you, then we definitely should report him," Nancy said.

"Or I can get him with the bat," Steve muttered.

Chrissy cleared her throat when she saw Dustin walking quickly towards her from the middle school. The conversation was over. She really didn't want to have to explain to her little brother how she grabbed a guy's dick at school. She was a little surprised at herself for doing it. She didn't think she was capable of doing something like that, and she did it without thinking. She didn't feel guilty about it all, and she hoped Jason never forced her hand like that again. She was silent the entire ride back home. She had decided not to ride back with Eddie this time due to the fact that she was eating with her family tonight. Dinner time was a much happier affair as Dustin went on and on about Eddie. It was adorable the way he talked about him. Unfortunately, she had to let him down when she told him about going to see him play, and he pouted about it for the rest of dinner.

"Be careful!" Claudia said as she left the house. "Have fun, too!"

"You better tell me everything when you get back!" Dustin hollered.

"Will do!" Chrissy said.

Chrissy slid into the backseat with Robin and Jonathan. It was smart to bring just one car.

"Yeah, mom and Will practically pushed me out the door when Steve showed up," Jonathan muttered in greeting. "I think they're way too excited that I have friends now."

"Aw, they're happy for you," Chrissy said, and then she pointed out his camera. "You going to take some shots?"

"Hopefully, I didn't think to ask Eddie," Jonathan said. "I told Argyle about it, and he said he wished he could be here."

"I'm sure Eddie will not mind at all," Chrissy said.

They finally found the Hideout between an abandoned steel work factory and a cornfield. It was a small bar with bricked up windows with what looked like a handmade stage in the back. The floors had never been cleaned, and everything was sticky, but it was. . .quaint. When they walked in, Eddie was arguing with an older maroon haired woman. His eyes lit up when he spotted them.

"See, Bev, there they are!" Eddie exclaimed. "Customers who are begging to see me play! Byers even brought a camera!"

"Oh, yeah, I'm so eager. I'm practically on my knees to see him play," Steve smirked.

"Ignore him," Eddie grinned.

"Fine! Fine! Go on, Junior," Bev huffed.

Eddie jumped in excitement and ran over to them, hugging Chrissy tightly. She giggled as he shook her from side to side. He pulled back, kissed her eyebrow, and then poked her nose.

"Thanks for coming, witch," Eddie said.

"Couldn't wait to see my favorite freak play," Chrissy said, smiling.

Eddie pressed a hard kiss to her forehead before scampering off. He was practically skipping.

"I think we were just blurry shapes to him," Steve said, and Nancy giggled.

"He definitely only had eyes for you," Nancy agreed.

"Shut up," Chrissy said, but she was smiling.

They moved closer to the stage and grabbed a couple of tables, watching as they set up. Pretty soon, Eddie was front and center, standing in front of the mic with his guitar in his hands. He looked so angelic, standing up there even under such shitty lighting. For a moment, she couldn't hear anything. . .all she could see was Eddie. . .until she heard him calling her name.

"Chrissy. . .," Eddie breathed into the mic as he stared at her. "This is for you."

Chrissy gasped happily, her heart pounding in her chest as euphoria filled her as Corroded Coffin began to play. Chrissy clasped her hands under her chin, pressing them against her chest as the feeling of affection overwhelmed her. He kept eye contact with her the entire time he played that song. He was so amazingly beautiful and so. . .so. . .fuck it, the man was sexy. It was completely and utterly mesmerizing. She didn't even notice Jonathan taking a picture of the moment until he showed her a few days later. When she framed it later, she realized she was completely head over heels for this man. But now, in this moment, she wasn't really thinking about it. Only Eddie and how amazing he was. . .how amazing the others were. They were all so passionate, playing with their hearts, not really caring if the others liked it as well. Their joy carried out through their music, dancing over the group who had come to see them play. Chrissy watched her friends, and she could tell they were enjoying the show as well. Chrissy noticed that Robin's eyes never left Ronnie's. Finally, Bev cut the music, pulling the plug on their sound.

"Alright, that's enough! I have a damn headache!" Bev complained.

Eddie jumped down from the stage, meeting Chrissy hallway. He hugged her tightly and scooped her up off the ground, twirling her around. Chrissy giggled at Eddie as he set her down.

"You were amazing," Chrissy breathed.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," she said and pulled herself out of his arms. "You all were."

She moved to hug the others, much to their surprised. She was pretty sure Jeff hugged her longer to annoy Eddie.

"Yeah, man, you guys were great," Steve said. "Not my type of music, but I definitely enjoyed the way you guys played."

"Thanks, man," Eddie grinned as he shook Steve’s hand.

Chrissy watched in amusement as Robin moved nervously over to Ronnie, her face shinning.

"Hey, Robin Wheeler, can I help you with anything?" She asked.

"That's not my name, I'm Ronnie Ecker," she said with a teasing grin.

"Oh! No! I meant that I'm Robin Wheeler, twin sister to Nancy. Fraternal twins, obviously," Robin said, laughing.

"Right," Ronnie said. "You can definitely help me put these babies away. Can you handle that?"

"Definitely!" Robin exclaimed.

Of course, Eddie had completely missed that interaction as Chrissy helped him but she didn't miss a thing.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"Nothing," Chrissy snorted.

Afterward, the group sat at the bar, discussing their music and their different tastes in music. Nerds, metalheads, a band geek, and a jock have come together to enjoy each other's company. Chrissy couldn't help but enjoy the feeling that came over her as she watched Eddie work behind the bar, tending to their newfound friends and the one drunk. She wondered if their lunch table was going to get bigger.

Chapter Seven

[velarisdusk]

im bored tell me a random life story of yours

deciding if i go for meaningful or interesting....

my sophomore year of college, my boyfriend and i went on a halloweekend bender with a bunch of his friends. also bender is a bit generous of a word for it, we just went to our janky college club (RIP Pub, you will be missed; they tore it down to build apartments) 3 nights in a row. night 1 was fine, night 2 was questionable. but night 3? let me set the scene. (also putting this under the cut bc kinda long)

im dressed as a sexy german barmaid. obviously. the club is a quick hop skip and a jump from where my bf's dorm was on campus, so we walked bc who's gonna pay for an uber, it's right there. so a group of like 15 or so college kids who are like, 18-20 years old, are laughing and stumbling through campus (bc we pregamed. obviously.) and everything is going great until we walk by campus cops and everyone goes quiet. like why would you do that thats so fucking suspicious.

n e way, my bf and i were towards the back of the group so we kinda walked around and waited for them further up bc we weren't getting a citation goodbye. they ended up fine, so we all get to the club, have our fun, i have no clue how much i drank that night but it was more than enough. my bf and i tell everyone we'll meet them back at the dorms, and walk to the mcdonalds a couple of streets down from the club. we eat, whatever, walk back.

something abt me is i either wear a push up bra or no bra. you'll see me one day with C's and the next with A's, that's just how it is and idc. sometimes outfits need more or less boob and i can accomodate that. so i take off my VS bombshell bra bc its tight, and ask my bf to hold it bc his costume had big ass pockets. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW, THIS BRA IS SEVENTY DOLLARS. we get back to the dorm and he realizes its not in his pocket. this man lost my seventy dollar bra. and we'd only been dating for a month atp so he was like, sweating.

we retrace our steps and we're abt to give up hope (just remembering rn that this is the night i peed in a bush by the campus gym bc i could not make it to a bathroom), when on this very lowlight street, we're abt to cross paths with a dude who looks like hes tweakingggg, but my bf goes ahead and asks "yo bro, you seen a bra on the ground" and im rolling my eyes bc this is so stupid im ready to cut my losses and go home

"actually yeah bro wtf, it was right on that corner" points behind him

we thank him, we're laughing, we go get my bra, it's all nice and pristine, all good, and then the campus cops show up. different ones from earlier but they were driving by and they slowed down next to us and basically asked why we were picking a bra up off the ground. cue us trying to casually explain what happened without baiting them into asking our age bc underage drinking is very very bad

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Twelve | Where It All Started…

“I’m not making the same mistake twice. I know you need this as much as I do baby. Just don’t scream…” Dom’s hands yanked my panties off, disregarding his hoodie on my body entirely when he wrestled his way between my legs again. His grip on my ankles made it impossible to fight.

Squirming in his hands I pretended I didn’t need him, that I didn’t want him regardless of what happened. “Dom. Stop. Your friends can hear.”

“I don’t care if they can hear every word. I’m gonna fuck you right here baby. I’m gonna give you exactly what you need.” Dom’s softer demeanor was replaced by this relentless version. “You can scream but every one of them knows if they set one foot in here I’ll kill them. Stop fighting me. You can be pissed but I’m not having your legs shake for anyone else but me.”

Pushing his pants down enough to let himself spring out I gasped. Keeping my legs closed I let him fight me on it enough for him to use his strength. Ripping my legs open I felt his tip collide with my clit when I shouted stop too loudly. 

“No one's gonna save you, baby. Not from my cock.” 

My hands made little fists, “you’re a fucking asshole. I trusted you. I finally gave in. I let you knock me up. And one pretty girl fucks you up? One little girl with a good mouth? I was loyal. I was touching myself 24/7 just to cope with you being gone. I wasn’t fucking other people.”

“It was a slip up. Just like you letting Randy eat you out while you were at HOF with me. We both fucked up but I’m not finding someone else to help me get off.” Pushing inside me I couldn’t think straight when I hit him with my fists and begged him to stop. 

No matter what, it was Dom. I couldn’t fight fate. No matter how much we avoid it or hurt each other - it was us in the end.

I didn’t realize he didn’t lock the door until the same guy from the dressing room pushed the door open enough to take a quick look. His accent was smooth when I practically hid under Dom. “Dom. Is everything okay?”

“Finn. Get out.” He barked, still letting his hips crash into mine.

“Dude, we’ve all had those issues. Clearly she doesn’t want it...” Opening the door wider, he stepped one foot in. 

“Finn you can stand there and watch or get the fuck out.” Dominik didn’t stop his thrusts as I buried my face in Dom’s chest. “Do you hear her wanting help now? No, because she’s pregnant, Finn, she can’t say no, she needs this.”

“Whatever man,” Finn said before closing the door behind him again.

“So fucking wet. Fuck. Does Finn watching turn you on?” 

“Stop. Stop, Dom.” I begged him to be the guy I knew. Not this version. This punishing version.

“I’ll stop when you let it go. We’ve both fucked up.” His soft grunts caused my spine to shiver every time I felt his hips thrust deeper inside of me. 

“Go ahead, Dominik. I don’t even know if we’ll survive each other. I should have never let you take my virginity in the first place. I should have been grateful you found Marie instead of jealous. We always found ways to sabotage this. One last time for the memories?” Wrapping my legs around him I let my back arch. “Fuck me before we ruin each other.”

Pushing his sweats down more he rolled over until I was straddling his lap. “You don’t mean that.”

Readjusting myself on his lap, I sat back down on his dick, taking every inch. “We need time, Dom. You’re on the road and have WrestleMania to get ready for. I belong back home.”

My hips rolled while his tortured features tried to compete with the groans escaping his mouth. “You belong with me.”

“We always find our way back to each when it’s right. That won’t change if we’re meant to be. I just need time, Dom, to forget what happened. We’ve already put each other through so much.” His hands on my hips dragged me forward in his lap and I could feel every inch of him slip deeper.

“Don’t do this, mi amore. Don’t give up on us.” Falling down to the side I felt Dom spooning me, his cock driving between my closed legs from behind. I wanted to moan so badly but forced myself not to. 

“Dom,” I moaned. 

“I know every fucking inch of you. No one knows you like I do. Who is gonna make you come like this, baby? Fuck.” Dom’s fists pressed into the bed, boxing me in while his body stiffened. “So fucking tight.”

“Dom. Dominik,” I whimpered knowing I was about to come.

“That’s it baby, come all over me.” I did exactly what he asked when I pushed my ass back into him and came so hard my legs shook. His arm stayed wrapped around me all night and I felt guilty for needing time to process. 

I barely slept, not enough to feel rested when Dom stirred awake. Kissing my face down to my exposed shoulder I felt Dom’s hot body brush mine. “I can’t, Dom. I’m really sore.” I didn’t lie but I felt bad for denying him any of me.

“I’m just kissing you baby. That’s all. I’m gonna say hey to everyone, take your time.”

That’s what I planned to do, wait them all out and leave without having to face anyone who heard us last night. I was embarrassed down to my core. Finally managing the courage I peered outside and found the bus empty. With a sigh of relief I rolled my suitcase behind me.

“There she is,” that same accent hit my eardrums and I stopped instantly. “We haven’t properly met, Finn Balor. Judgement Day with Dom.” I could feel my cheeks flare up red and embarrassment coat my body. “Hey, don’t feel like that. We all travel together, we see and hear it all. I just stayed back to make sure you were okay��� Dom can be a hot head.”

“I’m okay, thank you. Just normal relationship problems.” I skimmed over everything like I always had.

Standing up he took my bag from my hand, helping me and leading the way. “Nothing about relationships like this is normal. Dom is gonna be on the road and you’re a stunning woman - you just have to find what works for you guys. To keep sane, ya know.”

“I’m not sure that’s possible… temptation lives here.”

“Temptation doesn’t beat history, it doesn't beat knowing exactly how someone likes to be touched, it doesn’t beat a baby coming. He’s young and dumb - he’s gonna make mistakes. It’s just if you’re meant to be or not. Everyone went to find breakfast in the venue, come on. There’s gonna be some fans outside here.”

Once we got inside I felt the weight settle into my shoulders knowing Dom was close by. Finn led the way to catering where everyone was sitting. Rhea next to Dom, the rest of judgment day at one table and people lined up to get food. Finn left my bag with someone just inside promising its safety when he slapped hands with everyone. 

Dom held his hand out for me to grab when he pulled me onto his lap. Whispering in my ear, “you can go home and pretend you aren’t mine but not here. Go get some breakfast, you need it after last night.” 

Standing up I walked over to the food, picking random things that I blamed on pregnancy cravings when Randy stood beside me. “Has he calmed down yet? It’s not like I can still taste you.” He smiled devilishly before his hand smoothed down my back too far. 

Standing my ground so I didn’t make a scene I grit my teeth, “Don’t fucking touch me. I’m not yours to touch. What happened years ago was because I wanted to push Dom away. I wanted him to hate me. It had nothing to do with you.”

“Nothing to do with me? You came all over my tongue more than once. Don’t forget who my friends are here. I could bury his career in a phone call.”

“Are you threatening Dom? That won’t go well for you.” His hand snaked around me again and his face so close to mine I felt disgusted. 

“What seems to be the problem, lad?” Finn’s voice threatened the air between us. “You know she’s called for, mate. Why don’t you go back to the table?” He looked over his shoulder at me and I felt scolded. 

“I can handle myself, Finn. Didn’t Dom tell you? I grew up surviving. Randy is just another guy I have to survive. Touch me again and I’ll personally make sure they bench your ass.”

Dominik came up behind me, arms wrapping around my neck and chewing his gum loudly. His mouth planted a long kiss on my cheek and I felt like a doll in some game between him and Randy. 

“Such a fucking child. You have a lot of growing up to do, Dom. Can’t let everyone else fight your battles.” Randy walked away scuffing with his plate of food in hand. 

“Find out what room he’s in,” Dominik demanded as his arms around me only got tighter. “Next time he touches you I’ll fucking kill him. Remember that the next time you let him.”

The rest of the day Dom stayed busy, busy enough to avoid me, to avoid me deciding to go home. Left to my own devices I wandered around the venue waiting for the show to at least start. 

I wasn’t even thinking about running into the girl he made out with while I was minding my own business. My ass was getting numb in the plastic chair so I got up to stretch when a body collided with me. “Shit, sorry,” I offered when she let her eyes roll over me.

“Are you supposed to be back here? Are you lost?”

Looking down at my sweats and shirt both dawning Dominik’s name I realized how it looked. Before I could even speak she responded for me.

“He’s practically my boyfriend. Let me text him, he might be free for a photo and autograph. He doesn’t do that for anyone.” Her voice sent nothing but rage down my spine.

I should have pulled out my phone, texted Dom, anything but I stood there frozen. Too stunned I was face-to-face with the girl who got on her knees for my man. 

“Do you want a photo with me first? I got you.” She leaned into me and I had to try my hardest not to move a single muscle. 

Finn was happening by us when he saw her trying to find an angle right for the selfie up against me. “Whoa, whoa. Jackie.” 

I cut him off, taking a step back and staring her down. “You’re the one Dom gave the pleasure of sucking his dick to for two seconds? I can see why you overlooked me but I’ve known Dom since we were fourteen.”

I could see the anger flash in her eyes. “Doesn’t stop him from texting me at night.”

“Finn. Get her before I do.” I warned. My firsts were tight and I couldn’t help but want to break her. 

Finn wrapped an arm around her waist as she kept talking shit. “No wonder he wants me instead. You look homeless, bitch.”

Without thinking I had punched her in the nose when Dominik rushed over. His arms around me he dragged me back far enough to keep me from hitting her again. His palm pushed the air down trying to calm me down. 

“I’m pregnant you fucking bitch. Go find someone else’s man to steal.” I shouted back when she continued to mock me. 

She tried to come at me but Finn didn’t let her go. “Might wanna tell him that. I have the texts from last night.”

Looking up at Dom I wanted to slap him. “You texted her last night?”

“It’s not like that. I texted her so she knew you were here. I didn’t send her anything or ask for anything.” Turning towards Jackie, the small brunette with zero resemblance to me he clarified. “Don’t fucking lie.”

“It’s fine, Dom. I knew what kind of life this was going to be before it happened. Do your show then I’m going home.” I walked away trying to find my bag Finn left at the door with some stranger. After I finally found it I hopped on the bus waiting for Dom to be done. 

Finding my flight home was the easiest part. The hard part was not watching Raw when it came on at 8 the way I had been since he joined the main event. 

I paced and pondered all the ways I knew his anger would bite him in the ass. I got a text from an unknown number and my heart dropped.

Unknown: Dom jumped Randy in his dressing room after he made some slick comment. No word yet but he’s gonna get suspended, sidelined.

I waited the punishing 30 mins until Dom showed face at the bus, not as livid as I thought. “You ready? I got us a rental to the airport.”

Showing him my phone I waited for him to respond. “I’m sidelined due to injury for two weeks. I’m coming home with you.” Taking my suitcase he trailed off the bus leaving me to catch up.

“They can do that?” Dom wasn’t injured, nothing but his ego.

Stopping short and pivoting on his foot I didn’t expect to nearly run into him. “They can when you go off script. I could have ended his career for shit you did.”

The anger in his eyes forced me to swallow hard. “Dom. It was years ago. He’s not worth your career.”

His voice shouted at me in the dark, “Career? It’s my fucking life. How easy do you think it is working with someone who knows exactly what you fucking taste like? I was the only person on this goddamn planet who knew that. Not anymore. You gave me permission to hurt him the minute you opened your legs for him.”

I was too stunned to speak when Dom clicked his keys and threw our bags in the trunk. After slamming the trunk closed he got behind the wheel, his essence of anger still holding me hostage.

“I’m sorry. I was drunk and jealous and stupid. I wanted you to hate me so we couldn’t happen.” I confessed in the passenger seat.

“I can’t hate you until I know it happened. You taught me that.” His harsh words stung when he put the car in drive. We had put each other through enough and it felt like the final chapter of us in a lot of ways.

We didn’t speak the entire time, not even when the plane took off and I watched him pray for safety. Not even when we landed in our hometown where our newly bought house sat. Dom didn’t say a single word to me. 

Dom headed for our bedroom and I followed closely behind. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and hide under the covers. Striping out of my sweats I immediately felt relief in the baby tee and boy boxers I slipped into instead. Sitting on my side of the bed I was forced to watch Dom take each piece of fabric off before stepping into the shower.

Once I heard the water running I slipped inside the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet. “I think you should see other people… we never really did that. I held you back.”

I could see the outline of him pause, “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“Maybe that’s the issue. We always held out for each other. We barely have any sexual experience without each other.”

Opening the shower door and holding a towel around his waist I felt myself wishing he stayed naked instead. His hand on the counter top he leaned down into me. “You think I haven’t fucked anyone but you? And that’s the problem?” He paused, “Ami amore, I’ve fucked plenty of people who weren’t you. I just didn’t rub it in your face.”

“Oh,” was all I could say. 

“The problem is not going to jail for the ones you’ve fucked.” 

Clamping my eyes closed I waited to follow him to our walk in closet. “And I don’t feel the same?”

Quickly turning around he gave me a furry look. “Jackie? Who sucked my dick for one second?”

I stood in our closet feeling stupid and exhausted. “And Marie, the one you always crawled back to. Every attractive female you see on the road. Every Jackie after this because your life is on the road and I’m not stupid.”

“You wanted to knock her out for lying. I wanted to kill Randy for telling me exactly how fucking wet you get, exactly how you shake when you’re close, exactly how you taste. Big difference. He knew shit only I knew. Birthmark between your thighs? Who else knows that.” Dom was seething, shaking and fists so tight I actually flinched when he punched the wall behind me.

“You and him. That’s it. I swear. Blaine didn’t even get far enough to know that. Dom.”

“I’m going to bed. I’m done talking about this.”

I sat in the closet for a while waiting for Dom to fall asleep before crawling under the covers. Once I got into bed it felt much different than the affectionate place it was before.

The next few days we moved around each other, only speaking when we had to and leaving rooms when the other walked in. Dom trained every day and I continued to get our house decorated. I did the best I could to ignore everything when Dom’s mom called me to see if the place was done enough to host family dinner. 

Agreeing easily, anything to buffer the tension, I hung up the phone and shouted to Dom in the living room. “Your mom and dad are coming for dinner.”

He groaned aloud and I rolled my eyes. “What does my mom know exactly? That you're pregnant? That you fucked Randy?”

“That you cheated? No, she just knows we’re supposed to be happy after waiting a decade to see us together.”

Getting up from the couch still typing away on his phone he responded. “Great, we’ll just fake it for one night. Until shit goes back to normal. Not like they haven’t seen us argue.”

I didn’t bother to call out to him when I pitied myself in the kitchen. Between cooking and setting up everything I kept busy enough to realize Dom had been MIA. Finally going upstairs to change I saw him picking out a button up.

“Dom.”

Shouting back, “What? I can’t fucking look at you without seeing his fucking hands on you, his mouth on you, his fucking eyes seeing parts of you that are mine. I can’t stop seeing it, not after the shit he said.”

“What did he say? He’s probably lying just to get you to react.” I begged, trying to push down his alert hands.

Dom closed the gap between us, pushing me up against our built-ins and letting his snarl show. “That when he touched your panties you pushed him away. I know you do that out of nervousness like when we haven’t fucked in awhile. He said he can still taste your pussy, not too sweet but more like pineapple. He said the birthmark on your inner thigh looks like a butterfly and that when you come your legs shake. He said you rode his tongue until you couldn’t come anymore. He told me a lot of shit I knew. I don’t need anyone to tell me how you act in bed when I know.”

Dom’s phone was on silent but I could see the name Rhea appear across the screen before he pressed it to his ear. “I’m not busy, what’s up?”

Sitting on the edge of our bed I could hear Rhea’s husky voice and his annoyance. “Suspended. Two weeks.”

Getting on my knees in front of him I bit my lip and touched his legs. Short of batting my eyes I felt my back arch and begging for his okay.

All I wanted to do was fix it. Fix us. It didn’t matter if Dom wasn’t my boyfriend, it was enough that I had crossed a line.

“That’s the point, Rhea. I was begging for forgiveness when Randy was carving his name inside her pussy. He’s gonna learn to forget it around me or I’m gonna continue to hurt him. Mania or not.” Wrestlemania was their Oscars of wrestling. It was a large scale, lots of eyes and Dom being out for two weeks on the road to Mania wasn’t okay. It was devastating. 

My hand smoothed over his crotch, mouthing a simple please wordlessly. Finding the outline of his cock I toyed with him until his hand stopped me.

“I’m on the phone. No amount of blowing me is gonna make me better. Maybe you can fuck Randy into forgetting.” Standing up he walked around me and I gave up on winning him over today. In the closet I got dressed in a modest dress and heels expecting his family over in twenty minutes by the time I finished getting ready.

Dom answered the door embracing each one of his parents before his mom wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. Whispering, “Don’t worry about him. Daddy will talk to him.”

“You heard?”

“Doll, Hunter called daddy when he got suspended.” A huge wave of relief came over me. They had no idea I’m pregnant but least they knew the bad news.

Rey, Dom’s dad, walked over to the bar pouring two drinks and asked Dom to speak privately when he declined. “Nah, I’m good. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Dominik. Enough.” 

Sitting down next to me he chugged the entire cup of liquor his dad poured. I could feel the tension wrap around me and cause me to barely move during small talk. Strapped to my seat I engaged lightly trying to tread lightly with Dom beside me.

“Suspended for illegal fighting? Really, Dom?”

Dom snagged the glass of wine his mom poured me that I didn’t touch. “You won’t be needing this right, mi corizone? Do you want the pleasure of telling mom and dad you're knocked up or why I got suspended?”

My cheeks flushed and my stomach turned. “Umm we’re expecting… it obviously wasn’t planned this quickly after settling here..”

Dom was slumped down in his seat, still gulping down wine. “Wasn’t unplanned… I mean wasn’t wearing condoms and we fucked on every inch of this place. Probably this table too. I knew the consequences. Don’t pretend you didn’t either.”

His mom scolded him across the table and I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him.

“Suddenly not brave? Why was I suspended, babe?” He twisted towards me and I felt ashamed of myself.

“Dom. Stop. We both hurt each other. No one asked you to fight anyone.”

His arm rested on the back of my chair, his whole body facing me and it looked like he was waiting for it to hurt. “Why did I beat his ass in his own dressing room? Who did you fuck, baby?” His hand dropped from the table to my leg, swiftly moving under my dress rendering me silent. “He’s twice our age, mi amore.”

“Dominik. Enough,” his dad demanded. Grabbed the glasses with a pinch and the bottle of liquor next they disappeared into the study I still was finishing.

Pushing my chin up to look at him. “You wanted me to hate you and now I do.”

Dom was buzzed and I knew that mixed with his anger would be violent. There was a side to him no one ever saw. I had tho, at parties or in private. 

“Dominik,” his mom harshly threw out.

“You guys took her in, I was a fucking teenager of course I wanted her. Then it was a problem when we finally fucked. Now what’s the problem? We bought the house, she’s pregnant, we’re adults. I’m sick of defending our relationship to you both. You wanna talk? You can say it in front of her.” Dom snatched the bottle of liquor from his dad and poured himself another drink after planting his ass back down.

“You take it on the chin, Dom. You take it like a man.” His dad said respectfully.

Dom laughed and his drunk hand landed on my thigh. “Oh I am, pops. I got suspended. I’m home not fucking my girl. The punishment is real.”

Dom’s mom spoke up, “I think it’s too soon for a baby, I’m sorry. I want to see you successfully together, get married, then start a family. Dom is on the road so much. You’d be doing it  alone, mijah.”

I didn’t get to speak when Dom’s hand found its way under my dress and tickled my inner thigh. “You think I’m not gonna marry her? Or that I wouldn’t raise my kid after living with dad being gone most of our lives?”

“Why not do it the right way, Dom?”

“The right way, mom? I’ve been chasing her for years. All the shit we put each other through. She fucked someone I have to face daily and I cheated on the road, but none of the shit we’ve fucked up is gonna make me not love her. I’ve tried so many times to move on with Marie and it’s not the same.”

“No one is saying break up, son. Just take it slow. Think before you act.”

Twisting towards me his fingers caught my chin, “There’s no thinking with you. I can’t think. All I do is feel. That’s the probably. I begged for forgiveness, I got revenge, I got suspended. What more do you want?”

I didn’t know what I wanted from Dom. It all felt like enough, it was exhausting yet I couldn’t let it go either. It ran on a loop in my mind no matter what he did.

“I’m not doing this in front of your parents,” I scolded before making an excuse to go to the kitchen.

I didn’t expect Dom to follow me when he did. “I’m done fighting you about this, mi amore. I can’t keep fighting you. Do you still want me or do you want to find someone else?” His lips caught mine and I felt his mouth open enough to let his tongue slip inside my mouth. Whispering to me he said, “no panties?”

Excusing myself, flushed and embarrassed I ran upstairs to our bedroom. I was never supposed to fall for their son and I did. I ruined their son with jealousy, fighting, recklessness that no one could take back.

Dom wasn’t far behind me when he appeared in the doorway before padding over to the bed. His hand found my face, caressing me, “We’ve been home for days... it’s fucking torture.”

His hand smooths down from my face to my tits, pinching them playfully and finding my already hard nipples.

“Your parents are downstairs,” my broken voice hummed.

“They’ve heard and seen it before. I told you I don’t care who sees.” Pushing me back against the bed, his hands pushed up my dress to my hips. 

“Dom. We shouldn’t. There’s too much between us right now.”

My hands toyed with his pants, pushing them down and trying to say no at the same time. 

“Then why aren’t you wearing panties, baby? You wanted me to fuck this pussy raw.” His hand guided his cock inside my legs, everything felt rushed. “Goddamn. Mi amore.”

An exhale mixed with a moan escaping my lips. “Dom. I can’t. Not with them downstairs.”

Kissing my neck he whispered, “Don’t say that. You feel too fucking good. We can be quiet, mi amore.” All the wine on his breath only intoxicated me, I didn’t want to stop.

[certifiedloverboyyuuta]

fuck around and find out.

Flirt with Suguru at one's own risk. He’s gonna have his girl come handle that. Then handle him.

(ummmmmm....no woman should come on to my (too) nice man like this but if they do, I hope my man talks to siri like 'call. my. girl. now.’)

Contains; Hard(ish) dom geto suguru, rough fingering, name calling (slut, baby girl, probs whore too if i know myself) exhibition (he finger fucks her where some can see if they’re outside, but oh well) pussy slapping, spanking, one face slap, spit kink. character (you) is kinda rich girl brat/rude/actively entitled in the first dialogue oops get ready for more of her bc geto suguru is no1 brat tamer. Ouji (王子)means prince in Japanese and that’s Suguru’s nickname made a little less corny by being put in Japanese. Also her nickname is of course Hime (姫) bc im that guy.

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“You know, you’re really pretty. What are you doing here?” Some girl asked him.

“With my girl.”

“No way you're this pretty out here with a girl.”

Suguru huffed a laugh, trying to get out of her radius, but she clung to his wrist. “You haven’t seen my girlfriend.” He laughed again, ripping his limb away from her. “Leave me alone, okay?”

“First years like you usually don't stick with the girls they start college with.”

Suguru gave her a bemused look out of the corner of his eyes, sighing off to the side, trying to track down Satoru and give her another target. For the first time ever, he couldn’t spot a mop of white hair bobbing across the crowd. Thing was, he really hated the attention. He was holding two drinks in his hand, and he needed to get back to his girl, but this chick wasn’t allowing him to get out from behind the little bar system the frat had set up. 

“Whatever you think. Can you move?”

The girl smirked. “I think you’re lying about your girlfriend. I think, me being older and farther along in college is making you nervous.”

Suguru sighed, repeating, “Whatever you think, can you move?”

“I don’t let pretty boys out of my sight that quick. C’mon, hang with me and my friends. We’ll show you a great time.”

His phone was beneath one of the cups, thankfully, so when he instructed ‘hey siri, call Hime-sama,” it dialed and you responded, a bit distanced so he could barely hear you call him a prince, but he still said, loud enough for his iphone to hear, “Some chick is hitting on me, come get her?”

“Are you really calling your girlfriend?” the chick asked, scoffing, “You’re really that loyal to her? You know where she was?”

“I don’t care, I know she’d call me if some dude was doing the same thing. Probably doing shots with her friends, waiting for me to bring her a drink, which you are blocking me from, mind you,” Suguru said, attempting to side step her again, but the woman stopped him again. Now he was getting frustrated. This had been entertaining, at first, but she wouldn’t move, and this kitchen wasn’t nice enough to have an island with two escape routes. At this point, he was considering calling you again, just so he didn’t throw a drink in this chick’s face and be the asshole. He was 20(21 this month) here, underage drinking, and this person looked 26/28, maybe? 

Suguru reflected briefly; this was Satoru’s dream situation. Older woman (kind of).

“Where are you going?” she asked, giving what he thought she thought was a seductive smile. 

His patience flew out the window. “Move,” he said, voice low and cold, glaring down at her. “I want to go see my girlfriend.”

“Just come upstairs with me.”

Thankfully he didn’t have to answer, because he saw his girl hurtling down the spiral staircase, hitting the main floor with a wobble, head whipping from side to side before you spotted him, rolling up the sleeves of your sweater dress. You nearly charged in, taking a look at the situation and making eye contact with him before you slid past the girl to wrap an arm around the back of his neck while you stood up on your tiptoes, kissing him once, twice. “Are you okay?”

“Honestly? Not really. She won’t leave me alone. Told me were bound to break up just because we’re fresh in college.”

You turned against him, your back against his front. He put a drink down to slide an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You crossed your arms, glaring at the woman. “Can you move, so he can leave? You’re being real weird, right now.”

“I’m not, I just thought-” the woman attempted.

You interrupted, snapping, “Let’s run this down; you won’t leave him alone, he called his girlfriend to get out of this situation, and you’re still here, trying him? That sounds like pressure, that sounds like you are gonna make him do something he doesn’t want to.”

“She told me she and her friends would show me a good time,” he said, setting his chin on the top of your head, enjoying this too much to let anything slide. With your curls fluffed a bit from the humidity in the house by an excess of people you looked like a lion. A very annoyed one.

“What? After you told her you had a girlfriend?” You put your hands on your cocked hips, thick thigh peeking out of the slit in your dress.

Geto set down the second drink, putting both arms around your waist, any nervousness he’d had about the situation throughly calmed by you. He always forgot how good your were at managing people. A smirk touched his face. He was going to keep talking, no matter the consequences. So what he was being mean?

With a gentle kiss to the side of your temple, soft curls brushing his lips, he spoke close to your ear. “Right after, and then I asked her to move. A second time. I asked her three times. Even told me to go upstairs with her. Should.”

You glared in the girl’s direction, crossing your arms over your chest, disturbing the chain of your purse but in your anger you ignored it. “What’s your name? Are you here on scholarship? My dad is on the board. My friend’s dad is on the board. And I have a few acquaintances, with their parents on the board. I think you chose the wrong person to fuck with.”

“I’ll leave.”

“Yea, leave, but i’ll still find out your name,” you called after her as she ran out of the room, fuming next to him.

“Listen, get me a shirt with your face on it. Text that says ‘property of (f/n) (l/n)’ and on the back, ‘my girlfriend’s father is on the board’. These parties are so tiring.”

“I know, Ouji, but we have to seem sociable before we can ignore them the rest of the new year.”

He grumbled, catching you as you tried to leave the circle of his arms. “Let’s go home. Please?”

“Alright, but we can’t irish goodbye this shit. Gotta say goodnight to Satoru and crew.”

“Oh yea?” he asked, gripping your hips with both hands, drawing your ass against him. He leaned in close, murmuring, “feel that? You’re gonna get that as soon as we get home.”

You breathed deep, tipping your head up, rocking your ass back against him. “Promise?”

“For my savior? So many orgasms.” he caught you up by your hips,  squeezing tight. “And you are not going to get out of that, even if you want, pretty girl. Matter of fact,” he hauled you over his shoulder, slapping your ass, forgetting the drinks he was bringing you. “Text them, you’re coming with me.” He wanted out of this party immediately. All he wanted to do was spend time with you and some random had taken that away from him. 

“Sugu, can’t we be polite?” You asked, though you were laughing, two hands bracing yourself against his back as he carried you out of the party. 

 “Nah, call that uber baby girl. I’m gonna make you reconsider your life.” Suguru sat on the outside bench, setting you down on his lap, groaning as you moved to straddle him, struggling to catch your purse in the middle of rearranging themselves.

“Like always?” 

He smacked your cheek before he gripped your jaw, massaging open red lips so he could spit in your mouth. “Call the uber,” he told you, wagging your head back and forth while you swallowed his spit, “be a good girl, or I’m just going to have to fuck you right here.” You moaned at those words and he hummed amusement, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck. He pressed kisses to your cheek, the corner of your lips, raising his honey brown eyes to glance around them. A couple people were watching their antics, not that you noticed, eyes shut, enjoying yourself as you rolled your hips to his.  You draped arms over his shoulders, nails digging into his skin when he released your hair, setting his fingers to the corner of your mouth instead. Suguru sighed as a little ripple of pain went through him,  meeting a few gazes pointedly. Look away. He liked that his girl was enjoying all his fingers and certainly didn't need unattractive voyeurs. 

Eventually he caught your purse, pulling the phone out of the pocket in your cute purse you used for parties; it looked vaguely expensive but not as much as some of your other ones. He relaxed back on the bench and you followed him, tucking your face into his neck. Suguru entered your passcode into your phone, a bit distracted by the kisses you were pressing to his neck. He found the app, ordering the uber; the nice car version. Last time you were in an economy car you nearly had a panic attack. His free hand was cupping your ass, kneading lightly at the flesh, your sweater dress barely covering his hand. He slipped fingers under the lacy panties, tracing over your slit. Fifteen minutes till the escalade arrived. 

“If I make you cum out here, you better do it real quiet, okay?” He murmured, kissing your forehead, cuddling you closer to his chest. “You’re so fucking wet, did defending me turn you on?” You nodded, whining low as he slipped two fingers into your pussy, using his other hand to yank down your dress trying for some decency like it wasn’t obvious what they were doing. “You okay with two or you want three?”

You nodded, cheek rubbing against his chest. Your hips rocked to meet the push of his fingers into you, back arched. 

“Can you be quiet with three?”

Another head shake. This time a no, but pleading eyes looked up at him. You were so cute. He cupped your cheek, bringing you in for a brief kiss. He would give you the world if you ever asked for it. Anything you wanted that wasn’t a danger to your life, he would do it. Suguru couldn't help kissing you again, a bit needy this time, sucking your tongue into his mouth 

“Sit up against me,” he instructed, pressing his hand over your mouth when you did. “By the way, this doesn’t count in your reward tonight. Drink lots of water in that uber.” You tightened up with his words, and he swore he’d never find another girl who could would just go with the flow with him like this. Affectionately, he patted your cheek, murmuring to you, “nasty little slut, you think they all can’t see? I hope it goes around how much of a whore you are for your boyfriend.” You got tighter. He wished it was his dick inside you right now. “Ride my fingers a bit baby, my hand is tired from keeping that dumb chick away from me.”

So you did. He did you the courtesy of angling his fingers so it hit that spot he knew you were looking for. You were dripping down his fingers, poor baby, hips rolling to meet the pressure he gave you. You moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back in your head, hips giving a frantic couple shifts, pussy squeezing around his fingers. Suguru laughed, feeling you cry out against his palm. He shoved your sweater dress down, exposing your shoulders, pressing his lips just above your collarbone, giving your skin a kiss before he bit hard once, twice, different locations. You yelped into his palm, hips jerking again above him. He could already see red beginnings of bruises staining your caramel skin. 

He started a rough pace, fingering you from the back hard as he could, with how squirmy you were getting. So he said, “Stay still, and take it. Cum one more time before the uber gets here, okay?”

And you did. You were sobbing into his hand, tears getting his hand wet, clutching at his arms. Your palms and nails dug into his skin, one hand finally going to his hair, gripping tight, cumming hard again around his fingers. Geto gasped, gritting his teeth against the pain. You wanted to play this game before they got back home, huh? He sat up, two hands on your waist to steady you as he stood them up and pushed you down on the bench, pretty collarbone and pretty face so tempting, he almost had to put his face in your pussy. 

“Told you to stay still. Not grab my hair yet.” 

He put a hand over your mouth again, three fingers back inside you, shielding them from view. You were loud. Sobbing and moaning against his hand as he dragged a third orgasm from you, almost unwilling. He slapped your pussy one, twice, driving three fingers deep into you, feeling you cum again. Suguru laughed, watching you shake beneath him, your pretty brown eyes gazing up at him, a bit glazed over. He pressed kisses all over, fingers working you through your third orgasm in twenty minutes. Good thing you were so sensitive. You kicked at him finally, eyes pleading him for mercy, and he wouldn’t have given it to you had they been in their bed. But here, he did, taking his hand off your mouth, feeling your phone buzz beside you. Uber notification; driver was here. 

Didn’t really matter. He had ten minutes till the uber left. You were still trembling, legs quivering; he was sitting on his knees in front of you, pressing kisses to your thighs. Suguru cleaned each finger that had been inside of you singularly, letting you watch him. He sat up on his knees, arranging your sweater dress properly from where he’d pulled it. Geto even tried to press out the creases, kissed you when he was done and you moaned into his mouth, grateful that when he pulled away he continued to lavish you with kisses.

“Take me home?” You asked, voice airy. 

“Can you walk, or should I carry you?”

“Carry.”

“Anything you want, princess.”

[rosiebeetle]

Request from @mossthegoblinart ! I really hope u like it :D i liked writing this a lot more than I thought I would, I didn't realize how much I missed my little sibling duo </3

It felt like it was going to rain soon. She always loved the rain. It was cold and dark and Ven thought it was around 4. She pulled her dress over her knees trying not to shiver. Lydia rolled the Rose's Stem between her fingers before gently placing it on Emily's grave.

“I miss you” her voice was quiet and strained. “Just- just one little sign that your here will do just-” she got cut off by a hand on her shoulder. A bright smile grew on her face and she turned her head so quickly she could've got whiplash.

“Hey kid” it was just beetlejuice. Her smile turned into a frown. She turned back to the grave, hugging her knees. A blanket draped across her shoulders.

“Chuck would be pissed if he found out yer put here without'a jacket” he tried to get a snarky comment or a small smile out of her but it failed. He sat down next to her and looked at the grave stone.

“It's a bit boring” he said looking over at Lydia before snapping his fingers. The gravestone was black with white text, bats and skulls decorating it. Lydia smiled slightly.

“She loved this weather” Lydia's voice was still a bit strained but it was louder now so beetlejuice could hear.

“Better than that big ass yellow thing” he grinned at her looking up at the sky.

“is she?-” Lydia started but beetlejuice quickly cut her off “you would know way before me kid” his voice got more gentle.

“can we at least- try?” She looked away from the grave and over at beetlejuice. She had mascara stains going down her cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy.

“Yeah.. Sure scarecrow” he smiled at her, trying to make it soft and not the weird grin he always had.

Lydia smiled and quickly sat criss cross. Beetlejuice put his hand on the grave. “What does she smell like?” Lydias eyebrows furrowed and she looked confused “so I can smell if her souls around or whatever”

She mouthed ‘oh’ before thinking “well… before she- before the hospital she smelt like rain- rain and like the candles Delia gets for my room-”

“The weirdly specific bath and body works candles?” Lydia nodded.

“what did she smell like before she died?” Beetlejuice probably should have tip toed around it but he didn't know how he would.

Lydia paused and looked back down, picking at the hem of her dress. “Like medicine- dusty medicine but she always smelt like rain no matter what”

He nodded and tried to focus. There wasn't anything that smelt like her around. Her grave felt empty, no energy.. No soul, nothing. All of a sudden there was a gust of wind, a leaf falling on Lydia's lap. It was dark red and it was slightly shaped like a heart. It seemed like she was ecstatic at the sight, looking over at beetlejuice hopefully. “is she here?”

He couldn't tell her that it was just a coincidence. He'd rather face his mother all over again than make her upset. “Yeah” he grinned at her, putting on his best act.

“I knew it! I knew she was here!” She smiled brightly and gently put the leaf in her pocket. “Mom this is beej!” Lydias voice muffled in his head as she watched her talk to nothing. Rambling about what happened the week she met beetlejuice, about school, about delia, the maitlands.. Everybody and everything. It was nice to see her so happy again, she hadn't been this energetic since they were scaring the neighbors. It made his dead little heart happy to see her happy. Of course he'd never admit that though.

“Beej- beej- BJ!” Her yelling ripped him out of his thought process.

“isn't it disrespectful or whatever to yell in a graveyard?” He slightly stuck his tongue out of her.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Yeah yeah- don't you wanna tell her about yourself?”

Now he looked confused. “This is your mom kid, she doesn't wanna hear about me” he shrugged and messed around with the gross around.

“shes gonna love you dude, your like- her dream, she always wanted to meet demons and ghosts and sh- stuff” she corrected. “Please?”

He looked at her without blinking for a few seconds before looking over at the grave. “Uhm..” He was struggling to find what the hell to say to air. “what do you want me to say?” He looked back at Lydia.

“Uhm.. Tell her about sandworms! She loved snakes” she skilled shaking her hands a bit.

“I can do that- well” he cleared his throat and tried to pretend like Emily was there. “Well this thing” he pulled a rubber sandworm from his pocket. “Is a sandworm, it's this big pain in the ass that eats ghosts when they wander where they ain't supposed to go” he smiled and shaked it around a bit.

“Oh that's how beej killed his mom!” Lydia added looking at the grave stone. “He rode in on one and absolutely DESTROYED the wall but it was still cool! Dad wasn't happy but Adam looked like he was going to die all over again” she giggled looking over at beej before continuing.

They stayed there for an hour back and fourth talking about everything that's happened since Lydia got to winter river. They didn't even want to go home but chuck started lecturing Lydia about time management over the phone.

On the walk home Lydia ranted about her mother. About the haunted houses, the ‘ghost hunting’ days they had. For once Lydia wasn't sad when talking about her mom. There wasn't an awkward pause or a somber tone. She sounded excited to be talking about her.

The chatter about her mom didn't even stop when they got home. They all gathered around the couch so Lydia and Charles could share stories. Beetlejuice was only half paying attention because sitting still and actually listening wasn't his thing.

After a bit of Charles speaking about something about a book store he could smell a new smell. It smelt feminine but it wasn't Barbara or Delia. It smelt like rain- rain and an old library. The smell of a hospital was faint but it didn't take him long to guess who it was. He looked over at Lydia and her figure was faint but Emily was standing behind her, listening to the stories.

At least he wasn't lying anymore.

[auroragreenvale]

Cruel Summer - JJ Maybank

SOOOO.... I started writing this when Outerbanks season 2 came out (and I bought Lover on vinyl) and I have since fallen off the show and writing/fandom stuff in general. (also im a lesbian now and this is a straight love story lol but i still like it) BUT I wrote/made notes for this story and liked it and wanted to share it but didnt have it in me to finish. So this is the entire 20 pg google doc copy pasted for whoever might be intrigued! :)

*it WILL be full of typos... its ab the story not the writing lol

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Based on these songs from Lover by Taylor Swift:

i think he knows

Cruel summer

Miss americana

Paper rings

Daylight

Outline

Lyric: The moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met

JJ and yn meet briefly at a bonfire 

Chapter 1

Lyric: he got that boyish look that I like in a man 

She notices jj doing jobs around figure 8

Chapter 2

Lyric: the wine is cold like the shoulder that i gave you in the street cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Chapter 2?

Lyric: he’s so obsessed with me and boy i understand (alternatively: im so obsessed with him nobody understands)

She notices jjs intrigued and plays hard to get

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.5 or 3?

Lyrics: snuck in through the garden gates every night that summer just to seal my fate

Here we see them getting close, falling for each other

Lyric: I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar said I’m fine but it wasn't true

He comes over when shes trashed and she cries cause he never kisses her (semi confession of feelings)

Lyric: i want to drive away with you i want your complications too i want your dreary mondays wrap your arms around me baby boy

She learns about his dad

Lyric: American glory Faded before me Now I'm feeling hopeless Ripped up my prom dress Running through rose thorns I saw the scoreboard And ran for my life

midsummers idk what happens

Lyric: I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked 

They fight and stop talking/seeing each other

Lyric: were so sad we paint the town blue voted most likely to run away with you

Lyric: i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you

Lyric: i love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard he looks up grinning like a devil 

epilogue: daylight (lines i’ve crossed unforgiven stormed out of every single room (ruined relationships with other kooks) ran with the wolves(jj learning to be in a real relationship) chorus

Chapter titles:

The Moon is High

That Boyish Look That I Like in a Man

The Wine is Cold (the shoulder that i gave you in the st)

Nobody Understands

Seal My Fate

Said I’m Fine But It Wasn’t True

Wrap Your Arms Around Me Baby Boy

Ripped Up My Prom Dress

I Wounded the Good and I Trusted the Wicked

We Paint the Town Blue

Just to Keep You

The Worst Thing You Ever Heard

Now That I Saw You (maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down, maybe i've stormed out of every single room in this town)

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that boyish look that i like in a man

*after they first met JJ is parked outside her house getting ready to do yard work, she is rushing out of the house putting on earrings and such as she exits.*

“Woah what’s up Cinderella late for the ball,” JJ asked, noticing your hurried pace.

“A date actually,” you retorted.

“Damn! A date? With who,” he sounded shocked. 

“Who wants to know?” You stopped to tighten the strap on your shoe. He chuckled.

“I mean what dude was able to win a date with you? What he’d do, like slay a dragon or something?” JJ laughed at his incredible ability to make jokes about your “royal status”. 

“Real fucking funny,” you started back walking swiftly down the street. Damn. The kook princess had a mouth on her. 

“You should let me take you on a date sometime,” he yelled down the street to you. He smirked. You kept walking, not even bothering to yell a response back but he knew you had heard him when he noticed the slight falter in your step. He could tell you had heard him by the change in the way you walked away. His smirk grew, tongue coming between his teeth as his eyes drank you in as you walked off. 

You walked back up the path to your house much more slowly, your shoulders slumped in defeat and your feet bare. You groaned as you approached your home, noticing JJ’s car still parked outside. You were hoping to come back to an empty house

Back so soon! Was he not the prince charming you were hoping for?

Shut the fuck up JJ

Woah dude im just messing with you chill

Yeah well maybe I’m not in the mood okay (she goes up and changes and come down to the kitchen to get some food and JJ is in there getting water or something, they awkwardly move around the space and around each other still feeling the tension from a few minutes ago)

Im sorry i snapped at you earlier its just… it hasnt been a great day

Thats alright i get it… this have anything to do with your date he asks suddenly feeling a little protective

Yeah actually you scoff i dont even know why im telling you this but uh… i got stood up so thats uh… feelin pretty shitty You two stood in silence for a minute JJ not knowing what to say and you beginning to regret sharing something somewhat embarrassing with him a small smile appeared on his lips. He looked up at you, your eyes staying on the counter you leaned on

You know who would never stand you up You looked up to see him smirking knowing he was referring to his very unceremonious proposal for a date earlier. You smiled back, feeling a little bit better at his lighthearted nature. The two of you stood there, for just a moment in your kitchen, eyes locked. You felt an intensity in his soft gaze and quickly broke it, feeling overwhelmed by whatever you saw in his eyes. 

“You wouldn't take me out. Can’t be seen with somebody like me,” you mocked slightly.

“I think you wouldn’t want to be seen with somebody like me.” it wasn’t accusatory but a challenge that he sent your way as he leaned across the kitchen island, face inching closer to yours. 

“Well that complicates our plans a little doesn’t it? We don’t wanna be seen together,” you were suddenly feeling very nervous as JJ got closer to you. How was the guy mowing your parents lawn making you feel like this? You barely knew him and you sure you wouldn’t have much chance to get to know him any better. He leaned in slowly, so close that his mouth almost brushed your ear.

“We could always hang out here.” you closed your eyes and attempted a deep breath. It came out shaky. You prayed he didn’t notice. He was obviously just playing games with you. He liked having this kind of power over someone like you. Well you weren’t going to give it to him. The game was over. You backed away and looked up at him, a sudden shift in your mood. Any chance that JJ had started to break down your walls was gone and they were back up like this moment had never happened. 

“I’m good, thanks.” With that you turned around and headed back upstairs to your room. “Turn off the light when you're done.” Stunned, JJ grabbed the bottle of water he had come in for and shut off the light leaving the kitchen with newfound emotions and a lot of confusion. 

***

JJ noticed you through the glass doors that led out to your backdoor. He watched you walk around your living room for a moment, looking for something. He knew you hadn’t noticed him cleaning your family’s boat. He stood for a second, mind going blank. Without any thought or reasoning, JJ grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Once he stood, on your boat, shirtless, looking back at your house, his mind seemed to come back to him. What was he doing? Did he hope his toned body would get your attention? Did he want to make you regret rejecting him? Was he playing the game you had convinced yourself he was playing? JJ had no clue. He just knew you made him act strangely. Shaking his head, he threw his shirt to the side and got back to work at just the moment that you looked up, stepping out onto your back porch. You watched on, mesmerized, as JJ moved equipment and supplies around the boat. You noticed how the muscles in his arms moved, and along his sides, as he picked up something particularly heavy. You noted how his hair, slightly damp, fell in front of his face as he leaned over. You studied the rings on his fingers, the way his necklace sat so nicely against his collar bone, and his shirt and hat now sitting in a pile on the boat. He was like magic, the way he had you in this trance against your will. The way he made you so nervous and confident and confused all at once. The way he had you so distracted that when he turned around and saw you, your gaze merely shifted to the smirk now on his lips long before your thoughts moved to the reason for his expression. 

“Like what you see,” he called out to you, pulling you out of your daze. He was clearly amused or proud or both. You rolled your eyes, attempting to recover from any flusteredness you felt. 

“No…I just came out here to ask if you, you know, needed any water or anything. Wouldn’t want you passing out on my family’s dime,” you offered a fake smile. JJ hopped down from the boat and took a few steps down the pier, closer to you. 

“Well aren’t you generous.” He was grinning. He started walking slowly toward you, eyes burning into yours and you couldn't move. He stopped directly in front of you. Leaning down slightly, he brushed against your ear again and whispered, “Is that all you came out here for?” He pulled away quickly, so that he could look at you. Not only did he just like studying your features, but he liked seeing the effect he had on you. He was in awe at the thought of you melting under his touch, your heart speeding up around him like his did when he was anywhere near you. He didn’t know what any of this meant, just that it was exciting and that you were beautiful. He savored the brief moment after he pulled away that you held your eyes closed for a second longer, not realizing that his eyes were on you again. When your eyes fluttered open, you were surprised to see him staring at you and unable to understand the look on his face. You thought you hated the way JJ made you feel, but really you hated how foreign this vulnerability felt. JJ felt so openly and freely and when he looked at you, you were certain he could see everything inside you. It was terrifying and you would swear you had stopped breathing if not for the quick beat of your heart telling you that you were very much alive. In fact, you had never felt more alive as when JJ looked at you. But in this moment you just wished to be somewhere you felt a familiar sense of comfort. A yoga class at the Beach Club. Sunbathing on your balcony. Anywhere but on your dock with JJ Maybank. Suddenly, you felt his hand press against your hip, and you were there: yoga, sunbathing, anywhere. Calm. But this calm was different. You still felt a lightning storm coursing through your body but breathing became easier. You felt exposed to JJ, but still closed off to the world, safe here in your backyard. He leaned into you, wanting to eliminate the air between you. For a moment, your faces were impossibly close and your lips could almost feel his. You burned to feel his lips on your own, hoping it might be the key to understanding these new feelings, or maybe putting an end to them. But you stopped yourself, or him, placing a firm hand on his bare chest. Without a word, because you truly didn’t know what you could say, you turned and went back into your house. You couldn’t kiss JJ Maybank. Especially not out in the open like you were. You shouldn’t have even been standing so close to him. You hoped that if any onlookers had witnessed what had just happened, that your expression was one of disdain. But you knew it hadn’t been. Because you had wanted to kiss him despite everything. As if the time he was nice to you at one party when he was high meant he actually cared about you. He was playing stupid Pogue games with you, probably a bet with his friends. “Who can get a Kook to fall in love with them!” You wonder how much money he was hoping to win. You wouldn’t allow him the satisfaction. JJ burst into your house through your back doors moments after you did. What the hell he thought to himself. 

“Did I do something wrong,” he sounded mad. He didn’t know how to express his worry and confusion, his frustration at himself for possibly fucking up. 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” JJ stared back at you with wide eyes. “I’m not gonna be a part of whatever game you’re playing?”

“Dude what are you talking about?” Both of you were terrible at expressing your emotions so these explosive comments affected the other very little, as you could barely process your own thoughts. 

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about! Trying to kiss me! For whatever stupid bet!” JJ paused. His face stayed the same but he felt less like an explosion and more like the lava moving slowly, engulfing everything in its path. His brows furrowed deeper.

“You really think I would do that?” Shit. You read that all wrong and you think you might have hurt JJ’s feelings a little.

“Well why did you try to kiss me,” you asked, trying to recover.

“Because you’re hot.” He said it like it was the most obvious answer and you were an idiot for not already knowing it. For a moment you were shocked and still didn’t quite understand. Then you smirked, taking a page out of JJ’s book and attempting to shift the mood. The shame you felt from your accusation still burned but you ignored the feeling.

“You think I’m hot?”

“Yeah… I mean for a Kook you’re not too bad.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Could he take anything seriously? Ever be genuine. 

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” you bit back, walking past him. He mirrored your actions, rolling his eyes too. He grabbed your hips and pulled you into him, lips immediately meeting yours forcefully. It was a collision, what you would imagine a meteor would feel like when crashing down to earth. You felt grounded with your hands on the back of JJ’s neck but electrified with hands against your waist. You couldn’t tell if it was you or him that was crashing into all the life on planet earth. All you knew was it would cause destruction and change and you couldn’t stop it. You pulled yourself away from him and took a deep breath. You turned and walked to the stairs toward your bedroom. You turned to JJ who stood rooted in the same spot, in a daze. 

“You coming?”

***

JJ’s arm reached across your body, hand moving up and down your hip as you laid on your back. He closed his eyes, face tucked into your neck. You just stared up at the ceiling, thinking. JJ placed a light kiss on your neck and felt you immediately tense. He propped himself up slightly to look at you. Whatever he was feeling earlier was gone, or at least pushed to the side, and he was back to his lighthearted self. 

“What you regret it already,” he joked. 

“No.” You sighed dragging your hands down your face. “It's just… This doesn’t-- this can’t leave this room.”

“Well yeah we’re not gonna fuck inside the Boat Club or something.”

“No like, no one can know about this.” You almost felt guilty saying it but you had already strayed so far from what you were taught was right, so this was the next logical step to fix things. Nothing personal. 

“Oh yeah you’re right imagine if my friends found out I was fucking a Kook!”

“Fucking,” you asked attempting to gain clarity on his intentions, “Who says this is happening again?” You hoped the look of disdain on your face was intense but you could feel it melt away as JJ rolled himself to hover over you, smirk as intense as ever. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, then one on your neck, on your shoulder, on your chest. 

“I don’t know about you,” he placed two more kisses further down your body, sinking further under the sheets, “but I wouldn’t mind this happening again right now.” And you couldn’t say no. Not when you felt his touch on your skin, rendering your mind useless. All you could think about was how he felt against you and how you wanted to feel it forever. 

snuck through all the garden gates every night that summer just to seal my fate

Sat at your desk hunched over your laptop, working on portfolios and applications for internships, you hear a knock at your window. You turned your attention to it, deciding to check out the noise. You pulled back the curtain, curiosity turning to annoyance when you saw JJ Maybank standing on your balcony. The thought of leaving him locked out there crossed your mind but you figured it would only cause you more trouble. You slid open the door.

“JJ what are you--” he didn’t waste a second before grabbing your waist and attaching his lips to your neck, “doing here?” You tried to keep your composure as the tingling sensation erupted in your tummy. Without JJ’s hands tethering you to the ground you’d probably float away. 

“I was horny.” He missed you. And he didn’t know what to do about it. He didn’t know you but he craved your touch. He relished in the way you looked at him whether you were annoyed or entranced and he wanted to know what his feelings meant. You pushed him off of you. 

“JJ, my parents are back. You should’ve texted.”

“Okay well I’m here now.” He tried to pull you back to him. 

“You can leave,” you offered, stepping away and sitting back at your desk. You had barely a few seconds to look down at your work before you heard him settle onto your bed. You blew out a breath, exasperated. “I meant it. You can leave. Please go.” JJ pulled out his phone, ignoring you. You rolled your eyes and went back to your work. A few minutes later he spoke.

“You know, I don’t even have your number.”

“What,” you asked, not hearing him while reading something on your computer screen. 

“I couldn't’ve texted you I don’t have your number.”

“Oh,” you said, realizing.

“We’ve had sex twice and don’t even have each other’s numbers. Kinda slutty of us,” he joked. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep your smile from forming. 

“If I gave you my number would you leave?”

“I don't know, maybe.” He tossed you his phone with a grin on his face. You looked at the screen, his phone already open to contacts. You typed your number in and then stopped. What did you put in for your name? You couldn’t actually put your name in right? JJ couldn’t be seen texting you. But then again he probably wasn’t going to text you very much in the future… You just left it blank and looked up to where JJ had crossed over to your door, leading out to the balcony. He was looking at you. 

“Snooping through my phone,” he asked jokingly. 

“No I--,” you walked over to him, “... I didn’t know if you wanted me to put my actual name or what.” He let out an amused breath and shook his head. You held his phone out to him. Instead he grabbed your outstretched wrist and pulled you into him. He placed a kiss on your neck, letting his lips linger there for almost longer than you could handle. He brought his lips up to your ear making you lose all focus. 

“I’ll text you.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. With that he slipped away, having taken his phone back without you noticing, and walked out onto the balcony. 

***

JJ: your parents home?

YN:🙄

JJ: ???

YN: read 8:52

JJ: be there in 15

You sighed. Begrudgingly, you got up to unlock your balcony door and went back to working. Eventually you heard the door open and JJ walk in. You paid him no mind as he tossed his phone onto your bed or when he walked up behind you. He got your attention when his hands went to your shoulders and his lips to the side of your neck, but you pretended to still be focused on your work. He noticed. 

“Damn they keep you busy at Kook University. Or is this for princess school,” he joked leaning over your shoulder to more closely inspect your work. You closed your laptop slightly, not wanting him to see your work. 

“I don’t have to keep letting you come here, you know.”

“But you do anyway.” He smiled at you, eyebrows raised. You sighed, rolled your eyes, and went back to your work. 

“I have work to do JJ,” you said. You felt his presence leave you as he backed away and started to wander around your room. 

“Then why’d you unlock the door for me?”

“I always leave it unlocked,” you lied.

“Not very safe,” he said nonchalantly. “What’s this,” he added, sounding much more interested in something on your shelf than your unlocked door. You looked up to see him looking through your bookshelf.

“It’s a scrapbook…” You continued watching him, waiting to see if he would continue looking through your belongings. And he did. He grabbed the scrapbook and took it over to your bed where he plopped down, laying on his stomach. “What are you doing,” you asked when he opened the cover and began studying each page.

“Need something to do,” he shrugged.

“You could leave,” you said, getting up to take the book from him. You stopped beside your bed being slightly caught off guard at seeing the pictures. You hadn’t looked through them in a long time.

“Who is this? She’s in a lot of these.” He stayed looking through the various photos, missing your soft smile.

“My best friend.”

“I’ve never seen her.”

“Oh now you know everyone on the island?”

“No, I just think I’d probably recognize her,” he said in reference to her distinctive bright red hair which fell in messy curls in most of the pictures.

“She moved away. During highschool.”

“You still talk?” He was still thumbing through the pages of your book.

“Sometimes. Not much. Sometimes I get to see her for holidays and it's like she never left.” You smiled fondly and this time JJ looked up in time to see it. He smiled too, watching you study the pictures. He wanted to tell you how pretty he thought your smile was. He noticed he didn’t see you smile much. A really, genuine smile. Especially around him. But he was mesmerized by the slight curve of your lips and the way it made your eyes sparkle. He couldn’t tell you that though knowing it would likely freak you out and make you kick him out for real. You sat on your bed, across from JJ, eyes still glued to the photos in front of you. He looked back down at them as well, and began flipping  through the pages again. “She was actually a lot like you.” This time you looked at him as he studied your memories. 

“She poor as shit too? You got a thing for pogues?” He smirked to himself at his joke. You rolled your eyes.

“No. She was...I don’t know… wild? Spontaneous. Fun?”

“Ohh so you like us cool adventurous types,” he said looking up at you, “Is it ‘cause you’re so lame?” You feigned offence joking back with him. 

“I’m lame?” He nodded, then your open mouth switched to a smirk. “How am I am lame, I’m sleeping with a pogue?” You laughed loudly as the look on JJ’s face mirrored what yours had just been, mouth open in fake shock. “Speaking of,” you said, laughter subsiding, “isn’t that what you came here for?” He continued to laugh a little himself.

“Well now I don’t wanna since you’re being mean to me.”

“Oh my god! You called me lame!”

“Yeah well you are!”

“I am not!” You waited for his next retort with an amused smile, matching his, on your lips. His expression changed suddenly from one of amusement to one that you couldn’t place. You had never seen it before, on anyone. At least not directed to you. But anyone who had would immediately recognize his look of adoration. “What,” you asked, very aware of the shift in the room. 

“Nothing I just…nothing,” he chuckled lightly to himself, looking back down at the pictures. 

“No what is it?”

“You actually are pretty cool.” It was the most sincere you’d ever heard him say despite the casual nature of his statement. You’re certain you blushed. 

“You don’t even know me,” you said softly. 

“But I like getting to know you… I like… talking to you.” 

“Oh. Well, yeah I… I like talking to you too.” You took a deep breath. That was as emotion as you think you could handle for the night.  “Except when all you feel like doing is making jokes.”

“Hey i can’t help it I’m so funny and witty!”

“Ohh yeah okay!” You were both giggling. 

“I’m serious though. I wanna know who the kook princess really is. If she’s as cool as she says. What do they have you studying at princess school?” 

“Architecture”

“Woah architecture? So you’re like building skyscrapers and shit?” You laughed. 

“Well I’m more focused on the design but I guess yeah. We haven’t gotten to the real good hands on stuff quite yet but we study all kinds of buildings and design styles. Skyscrapers included.”

“Damn. So what you gonna come back to the Outerbanks and turn it all city?”

“No I uh— I want to work with city planning teams, design buildings that work with natural elements instead of fight against them.”

“…So you’re like… Pope smart. I thought he was the smartest dude on the island but he might have some competition.” You smiled at his flattery. 

“What about you JJ. What do you wanna do?”

“I just wanna surf. All around the world. Just moving from place to place finding the best waves.” You loved how he got lost in the fantasy. 

“You know i’ve… never surfed before.”

“What?! Like never!?”

“Well I had a couple lessons as a kid but I’ve never really surfed.”

“I’m taking you surfing tomorrow,” he jumped off your bed and walked toward your balcony door, “”Bright and early too, so I’m gonna let you get some sleep. Be ready!”

“What— I— how do you know i’m not busy?” The smile on your face matched his. 

“I’m sure you’re not doing shit at 5am.” You’re eyes went wide but somehow your smile never faltered. 

“JJ what?!?” 

“See ya then!” And with that he slipped out the door. 

“said im fine but it wasn't true” 

“Thanks Topper you’re the best,” you slurred wrapping your arms around your friend. Blah blah topper drops her off at home and doesnt even go inside cause he sucks whatever okay skip

YN: come over?

JJ looked back down at his phone. Never since this thing started between the two of you had you asked him to come over. He was surprised but responded that he’d be over in 15 minutes. When he hopped in his car, he threw his phone into the passenger seat causing him to miss your next text.

YN: :)

YN: :) :)

JJ arrived at your house, pulling around to the garage, his usual routine. He grabbed his phone, brow scrunching upon seeing your texts. He can’t even remember the last time you smiled at him in real life. He smiled, amused at the thought of how you thought you were so tough and badass. It was cute. He pocketed his phone and began his short climb to your balcony. He entered your room through the door you had begun to  leave unlocked for him. His eyes went to your desk first, almost expecting you to working, even this late on a Friday night. His eyes shifted from your empty chair to your bed, landing on you. You laid in what JJ couldn’t imagine was a comfortable position, still dressed in your party clothes and makeup, not even bothering to have pulled back the covers. He perched on the other end of your bed, the movement causing you to stir. You groaned, eyes opening more when you registered JJ in your room.

“Mornin’ sleeping beauty.” He let out a quiet laugh. Your face scrunched up in annoyance.

“You took so long to get here I got sleepyyy,” you whined, reaching your hands out to him, requesting he come closer. He scooted closer, sitting beside you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into you with a sleepy grin on your face. He stopped abruptly, face hovering above yours. He could smell the alcohol.

“Are you drunk,” he asked.

“Nooooo,” you said, trying to pull him back down as he had begun to back away.

“We’re not doin’ this when you’re wasted,” he said a little more forcefully than he would have liked. You took no notice.

“I only had like a couple of drinks okay,” you slurred out. You stopped before JJ could respond, feeling suddenly sick. You rushed up and ran as quickly as you could on your unstable legs to your bathroom, leaning over the toilet and depositing the contents of your stomach into the bowl. JJ followed you in standing awkwardly at your side for a moment before kneeling down and moving your hair out of the way of your face. When you felt the sickness subside you sat back, eyes droopy and face pouting. JJ almost laughed, making your pout grow stronger.

“Shut up.”

“A couple drinks huh,” he asked amused. You sighed, giving up.

“OKay a lotta drinks. And I think I’m a little high.”

“Oh my god!” He laughed at your surprising state. You only groaned, leaning your head on your arm which rested on the toilet. “Uh do you… like need anything,” he asked.

“Some water would be good,” you said into the toilet. He got up and went down to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water. He returned to find you continuing to empty your stomach. He set the water on the counter and quickly sat down next to you. He rubbed your back until your stomach was finally empty, the way he remembered Kiara doing for him many times. You lifted your head up to look at him and his heart could’ve broken at the look in your face. 

“JJ I don’t feel good.” 

“I know, I’m sorry. Here,” he grabbed the glass of water, “this’ll help.” You took a couple of sips before setting the cup on the floor and quickly following it yourself, sliding down to lay against the cool tile. JJ had never been on this end of a drunken night out and he had no idea how he ended up having to take care of you. But he didn’t think he minded it all that much. “Come on, let’s get you to your bed.” He helps you up and leads you back to your room where you lay down, again on top of the covers. He perched on the edge again and looks down at you. He notices your eyes filled with tears. You sniffed a couple times. “Hey! Woah what’s wrong?” He placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“You won’t kiss me,” you said softly as if you were just speaking your thoughts out loud instead of answering his question. He sighs, a little frustrated but trying really hard to be gentle.

“i already told you we can’t do anything when you’re out of it like this”

“Nooo,” you whine, also frustrated, “You don’t kiss me ever!” And you suddenly start crying. You probably won’t remember most of this. Your emotions feel disconnected from you right now but they are very much yours and very much real. Your lowered inhibitions simply brought them to the surface albeit against your will. You take a deep breath. “I just want you to kiss me again. You only kissed me once and— it was so so wonderful but you won’t do it again and it makes me so sad and I just like you so much and—“

“Hey, hey shhh shh it’s okay. I’m sorry it’s okay.” He is desperately trying to calm you, not yet even able to process all that you just said. You look up at him and in that moment, with tear streaks in your makeup long ruined by hours of partying and the aftermath, he knows he would do anything for you. 

“Will you hold me?”

“Of course.” He honestly doesn’t know if he should. After everything you just drunkenly confessed to him. Everything is becoming so complicated. But how could he say no? So he scoots onto the bed and pulls you into him. You grip his shirt with something close to desperatetion and lay your head on his chest, instantly feeling calmer. JJ reaches over to turn off the lamp beside your bed and you fall asleep soon after. In the silence, JJ is finally able to think about everything you said. Think about how having you in his arms, watching the rise and fall of your chest, feeling your breath on his neck feels so right. It’s feels perfect. He wants this with you all the time. He wants to here you tell him how you feel and he wants to take care of you. JJ is hit with the shock of his realization but at the same time settles into how good it feels. How comforting it feels to care about you so much despite how fucking scary it is. He doesn’t care about anything else in this moment. Befofe closing his eyes, he reaches down to press a kiss to your head hoping that for now it is enough to let you know he feels the same. 

she wake up the next morning and tries to assess the situation and hm idk actually what i want to happen okay maybe she kinda wake him up and is like jj what are you doing here and hes like uhh you invited me over last night and shes like i did like kinda mortified cause she cant remember and shes trying to and hes like no no we didn’t do anything you just… and shes like I what and hes like you just asked if i could come help you cause you felt really bad i guess you went out last night and i guess it was fun and shes like yeah well i still feel like shit right now and lays back down on him and goes back to sleep and hes trapped under her to just think about all that has happened and her and stuff and everything omg

“Ripped up my prom dress” okay new concept for the midsummers chapter:

“Why hello your highness,” JJ said, dropping into a deep bow. You rolled your eyes but your lips still curled into a smile at his antics.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be here,” you said, surprised.

“Yeah well I am working, wasn’t too excited about that part,” he paused, “You look beautiful.” You smiled at his genuine words but then noticed the bruises forming on one side of his face and you instantly wore a look of worry.

“You’re not looking too hot thought, what happened to your face?” You wanted to reach out and touch the purple spot near his eye but your arms stayed by your sides. 

“Damn really? I thought I looked pretty good,” he joked, adjusting his vest. Your worried look did not waiver, pressing him to explain himself. “Ah don’t worry about it. You should see the other guy.” You still weren’t convinced but decided not to press anymore. Just then you saw Topper, heading your way. He wore a slight look of confusion, likely from seeing you standing with JJ Maybank. You quickly turned back to JJ right as Topper reached you.

“Could you please just get some champagne,” you said to JJ, your still furrowed brows aiding the believability of your falsely exasperated tone. JJ seemed caught off guard by your quick shift in tone and hesitated. 

“You heard her pogue! Champagne,” Topper said. You raised your eyebrows, urging him to go. JJ walked off slowly, eyes glued to you as Topper pulled you aside. 

“What’s up Top,”you asked, “Everything okay?” He looked upset.

“It’s Sarah. She’s been acting weird all night and now I can’t find her.”

“Um, okay I’m sure she’s fine. Let’s go find her.” The two of you searched throughout the country club eventually ending up on a porch overlooking a more secluded dock. You could make out Sarah and John B standing on the end, laughing and talking and standing really close. You knew Topper was fuming.

“God, I knew she was probably cheating on me. But with a damn pogue too!!”

“Come on Top she’s just talking to the guy that doesn’t mean she’s cheating,” you said. 

“So you’re saying she snuck off with him just to talk?”

“I mean, I don’t know why don’t you ask her?”

“No. I don’t want her to know that I know about this… Flirt with me! Make her jealous!”

“Topper I’m not—“

“Please.” You rolled your eyes knowing your friend would keep persisting. You figured it was better you help him with whatever stupid plan he had quickly concocted then to let him crash and burn on his own. Quickly, your demeanor shifted as you wrapped your arms around the back of Topper’s neck. He grabbed your hips and brought you slightly closer to him. It was weird being like this with such a good friend. What was weirder is you noticed how different it was to being with JJ. He always pulled you in as close as possible. Topper only stood close enough to be believable. JJ’s hands on your skin, even through the fabric of your clothes, felt electric. But with Topper, you didn’t feel butterflies in your stomach or the searing of his fingertips on your hips. You realized now that you had only ever felt those feelings with JJ. But you put on your best smile and pretended. You let out a loud, exaggerated laugh which prompted Topper to get into character as well. He leaned his face in slightly, with a smirk on his lips.

“Topper!” You laughed again but stopped as you heard the sound of glass breaking. You looked around, seeing a discarded serving tray, a broken glass, and spilled champagne. Looking back to the building, you saw JJ storming back to the party.You barely suppress a sigh. “Uh…Top...I’ll be right back...uhh goin’ to the restroom,” you said, not looking away from where JJ walked further away.

and not only does sarah see but jj is bringing the champagne (also hoping to talk to you some more) and he see and you look over and see his face and your face immediately changes and then you remember and turn back to topper and hes like whats up with the pogue u know him and youre like no no what and jj like storms off and u really wanna go after him so youre like i need to go to the restroom and topper is like a lil suspicious but mostly just annoyed at pgues so he goes to rafe and kelce and them and they go after jj just like they do in the actual episode and you stumble upon it before the security guard and u break it up under the guise of “guys don’t be stupid ur gonna get urselves in trouble its not worth it.” and they are still kinda riled up and the security guy comes in and he gets jj and he leaves and looks at u kinda pissed and he goes outside and you see him start acting literally insane and you kinda follow him out and go up to him a lil bit and hes like oh heyyy princess! Wheres topper? And then idk what happens lol/ um maybe shes like trying to calm him down a lil but she wont like touch him or anything cause they are around like all of figure 8 but shes like JJ please not now we can talk about this later and shes worried people are maybe catching onto things. Well then the part happens when the pogues all start to leave(rewatch this clip)  but before JJ runs out to the water Topper grabs him and is like asking him whats going on threatening him etc and ur like Top chill lets just get back to the party and so he pushed JJ to the ground and jj hits the busted up side of his face and looks hella in pain so she goes down to him and is like ohmygod are you okay and hes like  yeah your boyfriends not so tough i can handle him and he gets up and stumbles a lil but runs over to john b and you get up (stepping on and ripping your dress) and run a few steps toward them and then you see pope and kie go with them and you just watch and are like :(  (um later topper and the other guys are like asking her about jj and they are like omg are u fucking maybank? And she doesnt answer and they are like oh my god she fuckin a pogue woahahahhh!! Haha! And its like a thing they keep teasing her and like talking shit about jj which eventually leads to the big fight)

***

Um they haven't seen each other or talked in weeks “always waiting for you to be waiting below” and JJ is over doing some work on the boat or whatever and she gets home and goes out to try to talk to him and hes got headphones on and is ignoring her and eventually they talk and im gonna try really hard to remember the dialogue i came up with. Idk basically they get in a fight and hes pissed and he says something about not being her waiter anymore(like if you were hoping if i could get you some something to drink, im off the clock)  and shes like cmon jj you cant really be mad about that how did you think we were gonna act around each other in public and hes like well thats easy to say when youre the kook and shes like okay but i still dont see what the big deal is we’re just having sex theres nothing actually going on nothings changed and hes all like are you forreal and shes like yeah? but kinda confused and hes like you really believe theres nothing else going on and shes just speechless and he puts his headphones back on and grabs his stuff and storms off the boat and hes like you know what im done talking about this cause u dont even give a shit ur just trying to make urself feel better and he just leaves and you are just standing there shocked and then for a few weeks u are waiting for him to like climb up to ur window “always waiting for you to be waiting below” and idk where we go from here but theres probs a love confession (he confesses whatever feelings  and she like doesnt really say anything but probably kisses him and they probs fuck), then drama with kooks probs all the shit they keep giving her about JJ comes to a head (they dont actually know about them just like messing with them and maybe they try to beat him up) which makes her conflicted and she sides with them and is like hes just the guy that does a few jobs for my family we’ve barely even talked okay give it a rest. Well so that is why is JJ is so hurt cause he confessed his feelings and he thought she at least felt SOMEHTING cause no she didnt say anything but like you dont have sex with someone you hate after they tell you that they really care about you and he figured maybe it was just hard for her to say those things but apparently she doesn’t gie a shit about him and this literlaly makes me said thinking about it ugh poor jj **(also i need to add more of them getting to know each other and showing their relationship progress before this point like midsummer and show them starting to fall for each other) 

You looked outside your window, hearing some noise

“I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked”(second fight the main one not post midsummer)

“JJ you can’t just expect me to defend you to them. That's… that's not how we do things, you know that.”

“So you’re just gonna let ‘em beat my ass and talk shit huh? Just so they think you’re still one of ‘em!”

“I don’t see you defending me to your fucking pogue friends.”

“Oh yeah? Well I would!”

“Yeah! Right! You care just as much about your image as me! Except my image actually matters. It matters what people think of me JJ okay? It comes back on my future. On my parents and my family. Your dads already a piece of shit so who gives a fuck what you do?” 

“Don’t talk about my fucking dad okay--!”

“JJ he hits you! He’s a dick--”

“Yeah well I don’t care I don’t want you saying shit about him!”

“God JJ this is what im fuckin’ talkin’ about! This is why no one cares about you cause YOU don’t care about you!” He stopped. He stayed steady, eyes burning into you. Then in a quick motion he grabbed his things and went for the door. He spoke again, quieter now but still seething. 

“You know it's real damn funny you say that since you were spouting all that shit about likin’ me. But I guess it was all the weed and the ‘champagne’ or whatever the fuck you kooks drink huh?”

“What are you…?” Confusion was obvious on your face.

“That night. I came over and you were outta your mind. Said you liked me shoulda known it was bullshit.” You were even more confused now, trying to go back to that moment, rewind through this fight, and understand what you were feeling. You noticed tears had fallen from your eyes and you could’ve sworn JJ’s held some of his own, not yet spilling onto his cheeks.

“Wait no JJ that-- I didn’t--- I do and I didn’t mean what--”

“Yeah I’m actually not in the mood to hear it so,” he wiped the tear that had broken away from his watery eyes with a loud sniff and left before anymore threatened to fall.

“Were so sad we paint the town blue voted most likely to run away with you”

So here's what happens. Sarah and john B have just went straight into the storm they are gone peterkin is dead everything has gone to shit. JJ is basically hysterical and pope and kie are trying to be there for him but they are super fucked up too and JJ just doesnt know what to do hes just hurting. He cant go home cause his dad and he just doenst wanna be alone but he doesnt wanna be with his friends rn hes just feeling all of the emotions. He finds his way to your house without even really realizing where hes going and he gets there and goes up to her balcony of course. He leaning on the door and just kind of in a daze and he goes to pull on the door cause u used to leave it open for him and you hear it and are kinda freaked out so u go to peak behind the curtains and its fukcing jj and ur like what the hell but then u see he looks like hell so you open the door and (mention that he didnt know where else to go)(also it was raining when he got there then started storming after he came inside)

JJ sobbed into your shoulder, releasing what felt like all of the emotions he had ever felt, silently onto your collar. You held him against you gently, contrasting his hands clutching at your shirt, tethering him to the world. You stood there, in the middle of your room until your legs grew sore. You considered moving to your bed or even your floor but you were scared that if you moved, if you let go for even a second, JJ would collapse or somehow disappear. So you stayed right there supporting his shaking body. He ignored your initial questioning, seemingly unable to even speak when he had arrived. You tried again. 

“JJ please, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?” You felt yourself getting close to tears, thinking up the worst possible things that could have happened to make him so hysterical. A tear ran down your face and mixed with the wetness on your neck. He had started to calm down but your question punched him in the gut and blocked his airways. Nothing was ever fucking okay, especially not now and he didn’t think he could take it anymore. His breathing became more shallow and ragged, and he leaned into you more, not able to hold his own weight along with the weight of his shitty situation. 

“JJ--JJ,” you tried to interject as his crying got louder and he struggled to breath. You pushed him off of your shoulder, noticing how he swayed slightly, and grabbed the sides of his face. “JJ, breathe. Breathe. Please. It's okay.” You didn't know if anything would be okay but you tried to plead with him, tried to keep his eyes locked onto yours as you breathed slowly with him. Tears still streamed down his face and his body still shook and he swayed where he stood but he eventually took full normal breaths. You felt okay then, letting go of his face for mere seconds to take hold of his shoulder to lead him to sit on your bed. “Let’s sit. And maybe we can talk about it?” He pulled away and stood up suddenly when you hesitantly suggested he talk about the cause of his current hysterics. He sniffed, gaining slight composure. 

“No, I should go.” Sniff. “Should probably go check on Pope you know--”

“Wait. JJ it's storming you can't go out in this.” He walked toward the door.

“I got here just fine.” 

“JJ please. Please stay. I know you're mad at me right now but I… I’m really worried about you. Just-- stay please. You can have the guest room or my room or... whatever.” He conceded, walking over to your bed and sitting uncomfortably on the edge. You couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast of this moment to all the times you had laid with him in that bed talking about anything and everything, laughing until the early hours of the morning. You took a step toward him. “Do you want anything to eat?” He shook his head, eyes pointed toward the floor. “How bout I get you some dry clothes?” He continued staring at the floor as you floundered, trying your best to help him. You left the room after a long, lingering look at him, afraid to peel your eyes away and leave him unattended. You returned with some new clothes to find him in the same position he had been in three minutes ago. You set the clothes next to where he sat. 

“Thanks,” he said, still not looking at you. He grabbed the clothing and went to your bathroom. He reentered your bedroom to see you in a similar position to how he had sat moments ago. You shot up when you realized he had returned. 

“You don’t have to keep acting like that. There's nothing wrong with me.”

“I know but… you won't tell me what's going on I don’t know what to--” He began to make himself comfortable in your bed. That was fine, you could sleep in the guest room. You walked to the door leading to the hallway. “Um… I’ll let you get some rest.” You paused, hearing JJ let out a loud sigh, his hands coming up to cover his face. 

“Will you stay?” He didn’t want to ask that of you. Didn’t want you to know he craved your presence and the comfort it gave him. He was still mad at you . So angry and hurt and disappointed and he wanted you to know it. But he needed you right now. You were kind of all he had. 

“Sure. Of course.” You sat in your desk chair. His hands fell and he looked over at you. He let out another breath. 

“Will… can you hold me?” You didn’t say another word, you just went straight to him. He made space for you on the bed and you found your way to a comfortable position. The way his head so easily fell to your chest and your hands found their way to his hair made you both forget any awkwardness you had felt earlier. This was right. 

“I hope the clothes fit okay,” you said. “I’m sure they’re better than the wet clothes. But if you want I can try to find you something else. Or I put your stuff in the dryer. Should be done soon.” It was all you could think to talk about until JJ was ready to join the conversation but you figure it would help calm him to hear you talk about mindless things. 

“John B’s gone,” he said.

“What?”

“John B. He’s fucking gone!” You could feel his breathing start to quicken. Your hand that wasn’t in his hair rubbed circles across his back in an attempt to soothe him. JJ didn’t elaborate much on that aspect of the situation but you knew what he was talking about. It was late and you had already heard about all John B and Sarah, Sheriff Peterkin. The whole island was talking about it. “And I don’t fucking have anyone anymore! He was it! He was my family! My other fuckin’ friends have their own families. With ‘em right now in their nice cozy homes, mom and dad tellin’ ‘em it's all okay. But it's not! Cause now all I got is my fucking shitty dad! I just can’t wait to get out of this place. Can’t wait to fucking leave! All on my own.” There was a pause. 

“I’d go with you.” You don't know why you said it. You knew JJ was still mad at you and he wouldn’t care that you apparently wanted to run away with him. He'd probably rather be alone forever than leave the island with you. But you knew the words that left your mouth were incredibly true.

“What? Where?”

“Anywhere. If you left. I would go with you.”

“You wouldn’t leave this shit. You got it good here.”

“Yes I would. You always have me now JJ.” He stayed silent at your words that felt somehow like both a serious declaration of love and a nonchalant greeting to a friend. He didn’t  speak for a while and you wondered if he had fallen asleep when he moved his head slightly to look up at you.

“I’m still mad at you,” he said. You knew your confession wouldn’t forgive the way you had treated him. Wouldn’t fix everything between you after not speaking for weeks. So you told him.

“I know.” He laid his head back down on your chest, seemingly good with your response and your fingers continued to thread through his hair. It was almost dry now, almost back to its usual softness and you realized how much you missed the feeling. How much you missed him. “I’m really sorry JJ. My friends are dicks and I was being a dick and it’s not okay how I treated you. The things I said… I was so horrible. I didn’t even mean it but I still said it and I know I hurt you and… I don’t even know why I’m friends with them,” JJ smiled despite his state as he sensed your rambling about to begin. He always thought it was cute when you did that, “I mean I’m really not and you're the only person I really care about on the island so I should just dump those idiots. And I’m-- I’m just so sorry J and I missed you so much and-- I wanna make it up to you. I don’t want you to feel alone, I want you to know that you have me. Always. So whatever I have to do--” You felt him adjust slightly, getting more comfortable. You looked down in time to see him close his eyes, too tired or indifferent or still mad to respond to your little rant just yet. And that was okay. So you reached over and turned off your lamp engulfing you in a comforting darkness that blocked out the rest of the world and kept you safe in each other's arms if even for just one night. 

***

You woke slowly. There was little light in your room, the storm having not passed completely and covering the morning sun you were used to. You looked down to the weight you felt on your chest to see JJ and remembered last night. You closed your eyes and wrapped yourself closer around him, hoping to shield him and allow him a few more moments before he’d have to face the world, and face you. you couldn’t bear the thought of jj You fell back to sleep quickly and the next time you opened your eyes, you were face to face with JJ who was now awake. He looked sad, but much more calm. You studied his face but did not move, unsure how to go about the situation. To your surprise, JJ grabbed your hand.

“I miss you,” he said quietly looking down at your clasped hands.

“I’m right here.” You couldn't help the small smile of amusement at his words and the confusion they brought you.

“Well I missed you. And…I don’t wanna, like keep missing you. I don’t wanna go.”

“You don’t have to,” you rushed to say, “You can stay here as long as you want.” He didn’t respond. “JJ I know I really fucked up and I know you might not forgive me right now but I’m really really sorry that I didn’t defend you and that I said all that shit. I’m gonna do everything I can to fix this okay? ‘Cuz I wanna be with you. Like really be with you. And I don’t care about anyone and what they think I just care about you JJ. A lot. You… you make me really happy.” He raised your intertwined hands and began to leave kisses inside your palm and along your wrist. His brows were scrunched together and it looked as if he might cry. He continued to kiss up your arm, to your shoulder, and then to your neck where he left his face buried. You heard him sniff. 

“Yeah well you’ve got a lot of fixing to do,” he began, “Like you’re probably gonna have to buy my weed for like a year or something.” You laughed despite yourself but pushed him away slightly.

“JJ stop, I'm being serious.” He laughed slightly too.

“Yeah I am too.”

“Weed will make you forgive me,” you asked uncertainly.

“Yeah probably.”

“Then deal.”

next end of summer she has to go back to school and shes like come with me and hes like im not going to ur fucking fancy expensive college and shes like u could get a job. i have an apartment and you have money saved up for the last year so you can help pay rent so you don't like like free loader. but hes like what if we like start hating each other again or get in a bunch of fights and shes liek we’ll just have to take the chance. 

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Dexiana one shot cause I have issues 🤭

Dex (pov)

Dex attempted to straighten his tie, but when he looked into the mirror, it was still crooked. He fiddled with it a moment more before giving up and ripping it off.

It was the night of the Foxfire Ball. He wanted to ask Biana to it, but he kept chickening out. Now it was too late and he didn't have a date to the dance. But he couldn't just bail because he was sulking about it. So he continued to get ready, finally clipping his cape around his shoulders.

Thankfully, it was only for the older levels, so the triplets wouldn't be there to embarrass him. He was more than capable of doing that all on his own.

He stepped into the leapmaster and called out "Havenfeild". Everyone was meeting up there before heading to Foxfire. When he glittered at the pastures, Sophie, Keefe, Tam, and Linh were already there. He was almost relieved Biana wasn't there yet.

He went to go greet his friends. Linh was jumping up and down with excitement, which was understandable. She had never had the chance for something like this before. Sophie, on the other hand, looked miserable in her frilly yellow dress. Dex couldn't help but laugh.

Unfortunately, Biana and Fitz showed up a moment later. He couldn't even look her in the eye without breaking out in a nervous sweat.

She was dressed in an extravagant lavender gown. Her hair was swept back into a half up half down hairstyle. Pink lip gloss on her lips. She looked gorgeous. Meanwhile, he hadn't even managed to put on a stupid tie!

Maybe it was for the best he kept chickening out. She was totally out of his league. There was no way he'd be able to compete with the other guys who'd want to be with her.

Plus, she was a Vacker. He was just a Dizznee. Both their families had reputations, but for the exact opposite reasons. There was absolutely no way a mix like that could happen.

He realized he'd been staring a second too late when Biana turned and made eye contact with him. Her beautiful smile lit up, but thankfully, Marella appeared in the pasture next, saving him from coming up with an excuse on why he was staring.

Everyone lept to the dance after that, and he was stranded in his own again. Biana went off with Marella, Fitz and Tam went straight to stuff their faces with food, and Keefe took Sophie by the arm, dragging her onto the dance floor with her laughing.

He was almost jealous watching them laughing and giggling with each other. He'd gotten over his crush on Sophie a long time ago, but he still wanted a relationship like they had. With a certain someone in particular.

Dex glanced around the room but stopped himself.  Someone had probably already asked Biana to dance. He wasn't going to make a fool of himself, so he went to go join Tam and Fitz by the punch table.

He took a sip of his punch but nearly choked on it when Fitz asked, "So, when are you asking my sister to dance with you?"

Dex coughed the juice out of his lungs and placed his cup on the table. "You said what now?"

He eyed him. "You heard me. When."

"I-I don't think I know what you're talking about."

Fitz took a sip of his juice. "Mm-hm. Fine then, play dumb if that's what you want. That's not going to get you very far, though."

Dex rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Wonderboy." He walked off to the middle of the crowded dancefloor.

He saw Biana out of the corner of his eye. She was talking to some brunette boy. Exactly what he was expecting. Stupid to think he had a chance.

But Biana said something and turned away, with the boy looking slightly disappointed. She smiled when she spotted Dex and quickly made her way over to him.

"Oh, hey," he fumbled. "Watcha up to."

She shrugged. "That dude asked to dance, but I wasn't really interested. I appreciate him shooting his shot, but I've never seen him before in my life. If I actually knew him, I'd probably give him a chance. I feel like everyone deserves a chance. Well...as long as that's not the only time I've ever seen you in my life, you know."

Dex nodded with flushed cheeks. He wanted to kick himself for thinking he had an opportunity. She obviously wasn't talking about him. But...it wouldn't hurt to get the humiliation out of the way, would it? Then it could be done and over with.

"So...Biana." He looked into her sparkling teal eyes.

She tilted her head, studying him. "Yes."

He cleared his throat. "Would you...wanna give me a chance to dance with you, perhaps."

She processed that for one second. Two. By the third, he wanted to accept he'd been rejected right then and walk away.

But then a grin that brightened the room spread across her face. "I'd love to!"

She took his hand and brought him out to a spot with fewer people as a slow dance turned on. They locked hands. Biana leaned her head onto his chest, tucked under his chin. They swayed together until the song was over. Dex was probably the happiest guy on the planted in that moment, with Biana tangled in his arms.

After they pulled away, Biana had a slight blush on her cheeks. Dex was sure his were pink, too. It got even brighter when Biana leaned in on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you for the dance. I'd like another one before the night is over, if you don't mind." She winked at him and walked away. He was too dumbfounded to respond.

He stumbled to the punch table. Keefe must've joined at some point because he stood with Tam and Fitz.

Keefe had a smirk on his face and held out his hand for a fistbump. "Nice job."

All the color drained from Dex's face as the realization hit him. "Don't tell me you saw any of that, did you?"

"All of it."

"Yup," Fitz agreed, laughing. "So much for not knowing what I was talking about."

Dex could help but laugh either. "Yeah, yeah. Now can it."

Keefe gave him a look. "You realize that Biana is probably uploading all of that to Sophie, Marella, and Linh, as we speak?"

"I can dump juice on his head if you'd like," Tam offered.

"Please do."

But in reality, Dex was over the moon. He didn't chicken out. He should've manned up a while ago, but he was just grateful it worked out in the end. And that's all that mattered.